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Monday, December 29, 2008
MY FAT SISTER READS MY BLOG.
HELLO ELFIRA.
YOU FAT PIG.
Read my blog ah.
I DON'T HAVE GIRLFRIEND PLS.
DON'T TAKE MY HANDPHONE AND SEE PICTURES HOR. THE GIRL NOT MY GIRLFRIEND HOR you fat pig!
You better be grateful your dearest elder brother has so much mercy and don't read your loser punk ass emo ass blog.
On another note, let's eat Ca-Cart Brownie so I can see you get FAT. Muahaha.
This is what you get for sharing a laptop on one user account.
Ok, for the record, my OTHER sibling is fat too. It rocks to have the thin-gene.
YOU FAT PIG.
Read my blog ah.
I DON'T HAVE GIRLFRIEND PLS.
DON'T TAKE MY HANDPHONE AND SEE PICTURES HOR. THE GIRL NOT MY GIRLFRIEND HOR you fat pig!
You better be grateful your dearest elder brother has so much mercy and don't read your loser punk ass emo ass blog.
On another note, let's eat Ca-Cart Brownie so I can see you get FAT. Muahaha.
This is what you get for sharing a laptop on one user account.
Ok, for the record, my OTHER sibling is fat too. It rocks to have the thin-gene.
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Friday, December 26, 2008
Life is not all peach and candy.
After work on Friday, I hopped on a Bus 23 and 147 to go visit my lao gong lol. Dunno what to call him lor seriously. If not this, and not that. Haha. But I'm happy to have him. Like I went there, at the building, walking around, trying to find, very hard, but lol I passed it by and freaked out in case he saw me.
But in the end, there I was, SURPRISING HIM, and he hates surprises, sorry, didn't know. Ahhhh. His customers are so ... eek! I wish I knew some shit about his job but all I know is F&B. MAMMA.
Later we went for dinner.
My long-time friend who disappeared after NS appeared back in my life. Why lao gong face so black?
Then went shopping with him eeeeeeks so exciting! Like real AJ couple xia. Though we saw a lot at Raffles ok; nebber mind.
Saturday was a clubbing night but lao gong wasn't there, so naturally I was sad! And 2 cups didn't make me the least bit high, just very blurry eyesight: I blame the flashing lights. And all my friends got drunk, wanted to puke, and I just happily scratch head. At least Andy, a hot guy, was being hot around me and made me melt like butter.
Found an iPhone. But it's not with me now.
Sunday was spent exploring the NEW Northpoint with family, I swear it's like the new VivoCity. I wanted to buy nice clothes but in the end, didn't. I need a treat =) Bought exfoliator and Olay soap... the exfoliator works damn good I swear. Goodbye dead skin cells. I kiss you away!
But in the end, there I was, SURPRISING HIM, and he hates surprises, sorry, didn't know. Ahhhh. His customers are so ... eek! I wish I knew some shit about his job but all I know is F&B. MAMMA.
Later we went for dinner.
My long-time friend who disappeared after NS appeared back in my life. Why lao gong face so black?
Then went shopping with him eeeeeeks so exciting! Like real AJ couple xia. Though we saw a lot at Raffles ok; nebber mind.
Saturday was a clubbing night but lao gong wasn't there, so naturally I was sad! And 2 cups didn't make me the least bit high, just very blurry eyesight: I blame the flashing lights. And all my friends got drunk, wanted to puke, and I just happily scratch head. At least Andy, a hot guy, was being hot around me and made me melt like butter.
Found an iPhone. But it's not with me now.
Sunday was spent exploring the NEW Northpoint with family, I swear it's like the new VivoCity. I wanted to buy nice clothes but in the end, didn't. I need a treat =) Bought exfoliator and Olay soap... the exfoliator works damn good I swear. Goodbye dead skin cells. I kiss you away!
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
A Merry Xmas 2008 post.
Wishing all of my readers and friends a very Merry Christmas ! Though I'm overdue a day, but still it's the thought that counts right?
So spending Christmas alone... in a club...
counting down alone...
not very exciting, nor was it thrilling. It was the first time that I was alone in the club with ZERO friends whatsoever, even Andrew didn't tag along. So I just went to the stage when Womanizer went on, danced a bit, went down the stage when Damaged played (stupid of me right?) but it's OK because I was sweating a bit already...
As I was deliberating with me, myself, and I whether to go home. I didn't, because I met my lovers!!!! Yay! But one of them kissed another guy, so I was confused. I think I have multiple hearts because I can love so many people ... well, maybe multiple CHAMBERS sounds more suitable, because humans have 4 of those, as cows have 4 stomachs.
SHOUTOUT TO THE BIO STUDENTS:
Left ventricle
Right atrium
Right ventricle
Left atrium
OK OK. So it wasn't a TOTALLY bad night, and so many people wished me seasons greetings and I wished them back [by phone, bless technology]. Hoorah~ because, at the end of the night, I had my hand in another's, but my other hand was empty, if you get what I mean.
T'was a lonely night before Christmas.
The NR sent me back. All sober and .... *scratches head*....
It was WORK TIME before I knew it, and it was a wonderful 7-hour shift, plus unpaid overtime (which I would LOVE to be paid for since it's PH and that means x1.5 pay) .. sadly I couldn't go to St James Xmas Party, but you know, holidays are more than just partying.
Ironically, I stayed for the company dinner... it was a segregation, but a fun one nonetheless. Mingling with my juniors. Being the ONLY senior crew feels... numbing. Every year I get to meet a new batch of students who finish their O Levels, and this group is... a good one, I admit. At least my girlfriend was there, so ....
Me... and my Long Island Tea... and several underaged crew.. and VIP managers... and hahaha. I WAS NOT DRUNK plox, I WAS JUST a bit teeny weeny HIGH. For God's sake, it's just 9.9% alcohol. So little bah. I was sober in no time. But I think I scared my managers. Wakakaka.
Stuffing myself silly with chicken.
Oh Lord my tummy.
Everyone went back but I "tonned" the night with my girlfriend chatting up till the wee hours of the morning. The first bus pwns all taxis. (I almost spelt 'taxies.') I love her very much, but the touch of her hand sends NOTHING through our bodies.
I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH GiRL.
... went home confused as usual ...
Everything's gonna be fine. But it's 8 AM now, I gotta rest till 10 am... then I gotta wake up and work the hell some more.
Ahh life is sweet like candy but it's a pain in the ass to exterminate the ants. (I don't know what the hell that meant, but DAYYUM, Barberella needs some naptime.)
So spending Christmas alone... in a club...
counting down alone...
not very exciting, nor was it thrilling. It was the first time that I was alone in the club with ZERO friends whatsoever, even Andrew didn't tag along. So I just went to the stage when Womanizer went on, danced a bit, went down the stage when Damaged played (stupid of me right?) but it's OK because I was sweating a bit already...
As I was deliberating with me, myself, and I whether to go home. I didn't, because I met my lovers!!!! Yay! But one of them kissed another guy, so I was confused. I think I have multiple hearts because I can love so many people ... well, maybe multiple CHAMBERS sounds more suitable, because humans have 4 of those, as cows have 4 stomachs.
SHOUTOUT TO THE BIO STUDENTS:
Left ventricle
Right atrium
Right ventricle
Left atrium
OK OK. So it wasn't a TOTALLY bad night, and so many people wished me seasons greetings and I wished them back [by phone, bless technology]. Hoorah~ because, at the end of the night, I had my hand in another's, but my other hand was empty, if you get what I mean.
T'was a lonely night before Christmas.
The NR sent me back. All sober and .... *scratches head*....
It was WORK TIME before I knew it, and it was a wonderful 7-hour shift, plus unpaid overtime (which I would LOVE to be paid for since it's PH and that means x1.5 pay) .. sadly I couldn't go to St James Xmas Party, but you know, holidays are more than just partying.
Ironically, I stayed for the company dinner... it was a segregation, but a fun one nonetheless. Mingling with my juniors. Being the ONLY senior crew feels... numbing. Every year I get to meet a new batch of students who finish their O Levels, and this group is... a good one, I admit. At least my girlfriend was there, so ....
Me... and my Long Island Tea... and several underaged crew.. and VIP managers... and hahaha. I WAS NOT DRUNK plox, I WAS JUST a bit teeny weeny HIGH. For God's sake, it's just 9.9% alcohol. So little bah. I was sober in no time. But I think I scared my managers. Wakakaka.
Stuffing myself silly with chicken.
Oh Lord my tummy.
Everyone went back but I "tonned" the night with my girlfriend chatting up till the wee hours of the morning. The first bus pwns all taxis. (I almost spelt 'taxies.') I love her very much, but the touch of her hand sends NOTHING through our bodies.
I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH GiRL.
... went home confused as usual ...
Everything's gonna be fine. But it's 8 AM now, I gotta rest till 10 am... then I gotta wake up and work the hell some more.
Ahh life is sweet like candy but it's a pain in the ass to exterminate the ants. (I don't know what the hell that meant, but DAYYUM, Barberella needs some naptime.)
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Monday, December 22, 2008
A blind kinda sight.
Once upon a shisha, a man played with fireworks.
How to look pretty and glam?
I love to take pictures in semi-crowded trains.
Omg how can you resist this?
Lying on a bench;
outside Vivocity;
my panoramic view;
doesn't feel very panoramic;
since I resized it.
LOL. Kelly Poon's Shakalaka Baby. KARAOKE VERSION SOME MORE. Horrendous fashion sense, and I'm a person speaking from a lot of experience first-hand. Dancing so-so. I just want something bright and flashy to catch my attention when I'm bored. And what the hell, the song is not bad at all.
Caught the first episode of Private Practice... I must say it's better than, let's say, Lost.
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Smiles and laughter end some time.
You know, I have a lot to smile about.
But not all the time. Sometimes, when you're (meaning me) under the influence of 'substances', things will go wrong.
I support crying but not in front a bunch of strangers. I don't need anyone's sympathy... being sober is numbingly awesome. Now that my curiosity's been fulfilled, I see no reason to continue being the ass hole that burns down the curtains in your house.
Sometimes there are dark periods in your life.
Sometimes there are just moments where you feel helpless and absolutely no one in the fucking world can do anything about it to help the least. Not even Prataman.
Can time heal all? Am I supposed to be the one who can help myself?
But not all the time. Sometimes, when you're (meaning me) under the influence of 'substances', things will go wrong.
I support crying but not in front a bunch of strangers. I don't need anyone's sympathy... being sober is numbingly awesome. Now that my curiosity's been fulfilled, I see no reason to continue being the ass hole that burns down the curtains in your house.
Sometimes there are dark periods in your life.
Sometimes there are just moments where you feel helpless and absolutely no one in the fucking world can do anything about it to help the least. Not even Prataman.
Can time heal all? Am I supposed to be the one who can help myself?
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Friday, December 19, 2008
The story of how a sick boy became better.
I suffered from major insomnia last night.
And I had this random goal: to do a backflip on my own. So I took my spring mattress off of my scaffolding thing... and started researching on how to do a backflip. Raise hands, jump up, tuck, land...
On paper, of course a backflip is fucking easy to achieve, if you visualise it time and again. Like, for God's sake, I can even do a cartwheel since childhood, so what's a backflip to me right?
Oh damnation I was wrong.
I was so scared I was gonna fall on my head and crack a skull. Or. Erm. Fall on my back... which happened twice because Lord knows what I was doing.
When I finally gave up, I was sweating mad un-skillz, it was like running 2.4 km, but honest to God, I was just bouncing on my mattress. And I still can't do no flippin' backflip.
Surprisingly, all that sweating (PLUS the sickness) came to good use because now I've lost enough fats in my body so I can finally wear my size 27 jeans. They're tight, they're right, but woohoo, they make me feel thin.
And can you believe I wear a santa hat at work? I looked cute... but not for long as 4 pimples just decided to happily appear around my nose. I went to the toilet to
pop them like they're hot,
pop them like they're hot,
pop them like they're hot.
I always wanted to wear funky festive headgear, but sadly, at the end of the night, I had the dreaded helmet hair.
And my hair looked... like... 2 girls 1 cup. OK, Madonna?
And I had this random goal: to do a backflip on my own. So I took my spring mattress off of my scaffolding thing... and started researching on how to do a backflip. Raise hands, jump up, tuck, land...
On paper, of course a backflip is fucking easy to achieve, if you visualise it time and again. Like, for God's sake, I can even do a cartwheel since childhood, so what's a backflip to me right?
Oh damnation I was wrong.
I was so scared I was gonna fall on my head and crack a skull. Or. Erm. Fall on my back... which happened twice because Lord knows what I was doing.
When I finally gave up, I was sweating mad un-skillz, it was like running 2.4 km, but honest to God, I was just bouncing on my mattress. And I still can't do no flippin' backflip.
Surprisingly, all that sweating (PLUS the sickness) came to good use because now I've lost enough fats in my body so I can finally wear my size 27 jeans. They're tight, they're right, but woohoo, they make me feel thin.
And can you believe I wear a santa hat at work? I looked cute... but not for long as 4 pimples just decided to happily appear around my nose. I went to the toilet to
pop them like they're hot,
pop them like they're hot,
pop them like they're hot.
I always wanted to wear funky festive headgear, but sadly, at the end of the night, I had the dreaded helmet hair.
And my hair looked... like... 2 girls 1 cup. OK, Madonna?
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sometimes, all it takes is a pretty blogskin to change your outlook on life.
Sometimes, when you feel sad, lonely, unmotivated, and whatnot, all you need is a change of BLOGSKIN. Who knew that it would SPARK some passion in me!
Do you love it?
No one has told me it's absolutely GORGEOUS. Probably because they're all thrown back by the 'beauty' of my symmetry *cough cough* ahem...
Nonetheless, I'm currently sick, with flu and cough and the likes, and I feel a fever coming over the ocean as well.
10 Promises to My Dog
I bawled my freaking eyes out watching this movie. Thanks to Janeh for lending the DVD to Madonna then to me.
Omg I know I might not be the straightest dude in the world, but my GOD, this movie made me cry so much... and the worst part is, I don't even own a stinkin' puppy! But Socks is so 'kawaii, gozaimasu!'
Like, my MOM went into my room, wondering where all the SNIFFING is coming from, and LO and BEHOLD, it is moi, watching a movie. She offered me a baguette from Batam (hahahahaha, ok, I won't digress) but I did my little diva-hand, and she knew at that point in time, to leave her son to cry alone in his room.
And in scenes were most people won't cry, I would cry.
Geez, I didn't know I was built like hydroponics.
Butterhead.
Inside joke, ja, Daddy?
Remember, my name is The KFC Virgin, and if Xiaxue, Dawn Yang, and Kenny don't blog, please feel free to come and drop by, ja? And I love to wear Chanel. ... But nowadays, I can't wear Chanel, so I wear This Fashion.
But hey!
I still look sexy right?
I know.
Thanks! <33
Do you love it?
No one has told me it's absolutely GORGEOUS. Probably because they're all thrown back by the 'beauty' of my symmetry *cough cough* ahem...
Nonetheless, I'm currently sick, with flu and cough and the likes, and I feel a fever coming over the ocean as well.
10 Promises to My Dog
I bawled my freaking eyes out watching this movie. Thanks to Janeh for lending the DVD to Madonna then to me.
Omg I know I might not be the straightest dude in the world, but my GOD, this movie made me cry so much... and the worst part is, I don't even own a stinkin' puppy! But Socks is so 'kawaii, gozaimasu!'
Like, my MOM went into my room, wondering where all the SNIFFING is coming from, and LO and BEHOLD, it is moi, watching a movie. She offered me a baguette from Batam (hahahahaha, ok, I won't digress) but I did my little diva-hand, and she knew at that point in time, to leave her son to cry alone in his room.
And in scenes were most people won't cry, I would cry.
Geez, I didn't know I was built like hydroponics.
Butterhead.
Inside joke, ja, Daddy?
Remember, my name is The KFC Virgin, and if Xiaxue, Dawn Yang, and Kenny don't blog, please feel free to come and drop by, ja? And I love to wear Chanel. ... But nowadays, I can't wear Chanel, so I wear This Fashion.
But hey!
I still look sexy right?
I know.
Thanks! <33
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Welcome to Italian Daily Speech 101.
Hello again. Since it's 6:13 AM and I'm suffering from major insomnia (I tried to dream but I dreamt about FACEBOOK how strange is that s'il vous plaît!) I decided to make a post of some "CATCHPHRASES" which I use a lot these days.
Originally used by Italian mafia, as seen in the movies. Personally, I've been using it ever since I watched Hell's Kitchen Season 4 (addictive link, do not click!) there was this Italian woman Rosann as a contestant, and the challenge of the day was to make pizza (or was it pasta? meh.) and she was all like...
Note: Elongate on your "-get", "-bout" and "it." More like fuh-get a-baaaaahd eeeet.
[ Etymology ]
More Italian. Ever since Italian class, I've been using this almost over-regularly as you may know. Allora, in most contexts, mean "well then..." and va bene means "OK!"
For example...
Means 'tsk'. Thus, Uffa-uffa-uffa means Tsk-Tsk-Tsk. Originally used in roleplay in Italian class
Daddy thought Uffa sounded something like "Oh f***" ... ever since then, there's a dirty connotation when using Uffa, but SERIOUSLY there isn't, so you can uffa whenever you want.
UFFA!
A greeting you can't run away from. I usually say this to my Daddy, as hello and goodbye. He would then try to manipulate the word into a BAD WORD in Hokkien then I would add another English word to complete the BAD WORD.
Dirty mouths should be cleaned out with Dettol!
Hahaha. I'm obviously poking fun at all my polymates who are addicted to playing Pokémon. And yes, I type Pokémon accentedbecause I have a Macbook which is the Kïñg øf Å¢çénts. If you forget to "inhale", won't you probably die? Hehehe.
FORGET ABOUT IT!
Originally used by Italian mafia, as seen in the movies. Personally, I've been using it ever since I watched Hell's Kitchen Season 4 (addictive link, do not click!) there was this Italian woman Rosann as a contestant, and the challenge of the day was to make pizza (or was it pasta? meh.) and she was all like...
I'm Italiana! Forget about it!!!Hahaha. Ever since then, the phrase has been stuck in my mind and I've been using it on a consistent basis.
Note: Elongate on your "-get", "-bout" and "it." More like fuh-get a-baaaaahd eeeet.
[ Etymology ]
ALLORA / VA BENE
More Italian. Ever since Italian class, I've been using this almost over-regularly as you may know. Allora, in most contexts, mean "well then..." and va bene means "OK!"
For example...
Madonna: Can you help me iron my clothes?I use them hand-in-hand because, what the hucking fell, they flow together like peas in a space pod. More...
Me: Allora. Va bene.
Me: Allora.... Va...?Even mia famiglia uses it. That's how freaking addictive this phrase is and I'm sorry for anyone affected by it.
Brother: ... bene.
UFFA!
Means 'tsk'. Thus, Uffa-uffa-uffa means Tsk-Tsk-Tsk. Originally used in roleplay in Italian class
Yili Ng: Uffa! I miei pantaloni!Because water was poured on the pants, duh.
(Translated: Tsk! My pants!)
Daddy thought Uffa sounded something like "Oh f***" ... ever since then, there's a dirty connotation when using Uffa, but SERIOUSLY there isn't, so you can uffa whenever you want.
UFFA!
CIAO!
A greeting you can't run away from. I usually say this to my Daddy, as hello and goodbye. He would then try to manipulate the word into a BAD WORD in Hokkien then I would add another English word to complete the BAD WORD.
Dirty mouths should be cleaned out with Dettol!
*ring ring*
Me: (picks up phone) Ciao!!!!
Kepo kia #1: I thought Ciao is meant for Bye?
Kepo kia #2: I think can mean Hello also.
...
Daddy: (....blablablablabla....)
...
Me: Ok, ciao!
Daddy: c***
Me: Bye!
Kepo kias #1 and #2 have new found knowledge in the utilization of 'Ciao!'
They gain 250 exp.
Kepo kia #2 levelled up!
Kepo kia #2 is now lvl 17.
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Kepo kia #2 is trying to learn "Queue Cut" but already knows 4 moves.
Should a move be deleted for "Queue Cut?"
1... 2... and POOF!
Kepo kia #2 forgot the move "Inhale"
Kepo kia #2 learnt "Queue Cut"!
They gain 250 exp.
Kepo kia #2 levelled up!
Kepo kia #2 is now lvl 17.
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Kepo kia #2 is trying to learn "Queue Cut" but already knows 4 moves.
Should a move be deleted for "Queue Cut?"
1... 2... and POOF!
Kepo kia #2 forgot the move "Inhale"
Kepo kia #2 learnt "Queue Cut"!
Hahaha. I'm obviously poking fun at all my polymates who are addicted to playing Pokémon. And yes, I type Pokémon accented
... and to a lesser extent ...
Means "can you repeat?" and "you repeat?" respectively, though I use the former more. Basically used because the other party is talking lubbish, or voice so very soft like 7 Eleven ice cream, or both.
YET.
Talking lubbish ≠ talking trash? Since we all know talking trash is much more dirty. We don't like that in Singapore.
Translated: Can we have the seats near the window?
LOLOLOLOL. Once again from Italian Roleplay. One of Yili Ng's lines, but it's so long and complex, if for one moment I blank out and have nothing clever to say. I say, "Possiamo avere le sedie vicino alla finestra?" Context is... at the restaurant, customers want those seats. So pickÿ.
Sounds long and complex but truth be told: an utter mess of 7 memorised words.
There you go.
A bunch of Italian words I use in my everyday life, sometimes too much to the point of being a European-wannabe-pest.
Even Daddy's drinking buddy said shopkeepers speak fluent English in Rome.
*stabs myself in the tummy*
PUOI RIPETERE / RIPETI?
Means "can you repeat?" and "you repeat?" respectively, though I use the former more. Basically used because the other party is talking lubbish, or voice so very soft like 7 Eleven ice cream, or both.
Daddy: (something in Tamil)Isn't is strange, that rubbish = trash.
Me: Puoi ripetere?
YET.
Talking lubbish ≠ talking trash? Since we all know talking trash is much more dirty. We don't like that in Singapore.
POSSIAMO AVERE LE SEDIE VICINO ALLA FINESTRA?
Translated: Can we have the seats near the window?
LOLOLOLOL. Once again from Italian Roleplay. One of Yili Ng's lines, but it's so long and complex, if for one moment I blank out and have nothing clever to say. I say, "Possiamo avere le sedie vicino alla finestra?" Context is... at the restaurant, customers want those seats. So pickÿ.
Sounds long and complex but truth be told: an utter mess of 7 memorised words.
There you go.
A bunch of Italian words I use in my everyday life, sometimes too much to the point of being a European-wannabe-pest.
Even Daddy's drinking buddy said shopkeepers speak fluent English in Rome.
*stabs myself in the tummy*
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Brand new.
Lol. I can't help it. Ever since I removed my blog, I haven't felt right. I never planned on deleting it anyway, thus new layout. Nonetheless, I'll just use two blogs instead. One here and one at another discreet place where only Madonna and Dad knows. Both are my parents lol.
You like the theme? I didn't know I could photograph so well face-on. Beautiful symmetry ya?
I feel so heartbreak city when I saw this bah.
Go nowhere bah. Into hiding into a short while.
Anyway, previous archives from the pretty pink layout are for my eyes only. ;) It feels good to start fresh (in a way). And I'll try to dig out some mysteries which have been left unsolved. And I would love to show you this 2nd single of David Archuleta.
A Little Too Not Over You.
Not goodbye to my YingTing, XieBin, PseudoMarc, and Jayden. LURVES IT.
You like the theme? I didn't know I could photograph so well face-on. Beautiful symmetry ya?
I feel so heartbreak city when I saw this bah.
Go nowhere bah. Into hiding into a short while.
Anyway, previous archives from the pretty pink layout are for my eyes only. ;) It feels good to start fresh (in a way). And I'll try to dig out some mysteries which have been left unsolved. And I would love to show you this 2nd single of David Archuleta.
A Little Too Not Over You.
Not goodbye to my YingTing, XieBin, PseudoMarc, and Jayden. LURVES IT.
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I'm the son of my Dad and Madonna.
20, and I love my girls curvy and blonde.
The first and only virgin besides Mary.
Will model for your blogskin F.O.C ;)
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