i love life


i am a hopeless romantic and one bad date away from being cynical. i am a sucker for the written word. i love robert jordan, as much as that performance artist lady gaga or that crackwhore amy winehouse. i like reality shows and every tv show which exploits drama. I love TYRA, with her narcissism and her smize..i curse, weep and howl. i hate dumb people, and yet i think i am dumb most of the time. i am a drama queen, but i also smile the sweetest of smiles and bellow ear-shattering laughters. i frown at incompetence but screams for pleasure. i squirm when bored and squirm when tittilated. i am a connoisseur of visual and aural feasts--of all things ethereal and sublime ; ghastly and profane; a sense of aesthetics is my best friend, i like latex and pvc. i am a friend. a confidant. a lover. a mistress. a doting girlfriend. i am a creature who enjoys pigging-out on her favorite food in silence while watching crappy reality shows,then feels guilty after. i am butter melting deliciously on your tongue. i am narcissistic and extremely vain.a camera-whore who flirts with the lens on like, a regular basis. i am edward-smitten;and chris evan too.and everyday i adore a different man. i live in the present, and pop culture is my religion;i am always politically correct, but i think political correctness leads us to think like a herd, i dont think its a fault of people to think differently from mine, until we take the time to make a difference, but i take maliscious happiness in the misery of others and i religiously read perezhilton and tmz for my favorite celebrity like britney and others, and i secretly wish that lindsay will fuck it up , drink and sound the scram bracelet once more and be thrown in jail... . i am sometimes, laid back, i start and have no follow through like this blog which i have forgotten so many times. i am a person with so many gifts, and i feel like i owe it to myself to write my experiences, because i have been gifted with so much and i need to share it to the world,
.i kick myself when i fail, i hug myself when i succeed. i dare to live in waking dreams. i am a bit of a tragedy and a resounding success. i am beauty and ugliness. i love my body because its strong and i hate it because its strong. i always wish to be thinner, but i always wish to be healthier. i am a walking irony. i am dominant , but passive-aggressive. i am sane and crazy. i am happy and sad. i am shadow and light. agony and ecstasy. cold as ice. hot as fire. ..take a deep breathe
love me or hate me.
i am wholistic and i am real.
i am far from perfect.



cage me up

cage me up

Monday, December 10, 2007

JULIA AND ME Stomping thru Singapore





Its just another Manic Monday.
As my weekend is a bit uneventful( thats why I didnt write about it)
I am hoping for a good start this week.
I woke up determined to Make my week a bit more interesting:) and since my
bestfriend JULIA just arrived and staying at the swanky HOTEL Intercontinental. WE had good plans to wear our best swimwear and prance around the POOL looking Fierce...Unfortunately it started raining again and all the cute boys we plan on oggling at decided its better to stay in.Bummer.
I even bought a swarovski studded two piece.
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PLan B. Put clothes on. Most comfortable pair of KILler HEELS and shop!
Even the sporadic rain didnt stop us from stomping thru bugis junction.

Next stop, wheelock place. Lunch at Fish and Co., and I must say, the Food is affordable and great, since I am not a lunch person, Julia finished most of it .hehehe. BUt the mushroom soup was perfect for a rainy day, I just wished they gave us bread....
Oh and I cant stop flirting with the Cute waiter...So Carrie Bradshaw.( re: when carrie got pregnant with the guy who works in the saloon)
And although we are soooo psyched to shop... The rain didnt seem to give us a chance to really enjoy it....

Mid afternoon. We headed home...separate hotels.

Now, here I am ...writing my BLOG, eating room service( spring chicken and fries again)....wearing only my new Black 4 inch George Marciano shiny killer PUMPS

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