let me fly away

This is one of the reasons why I need money. And I so want this over a cliff NOW! WITH THE RAGING SEA BELOW MY FUCKING FEET.

you never notice

Please let it be Friday already.

well… at least its major

Christian Lacroix Spring/Summer 2009, Opening Gala (tickets @ $400)
6 May 2009, 7pm

Gareth Pugh Autumn/Winter 2009 brought to you by Microsoft Advertising - SOLD OUT
7 May 2009, 7pm

The Ashley Isham Couture Showcase brought to you by Lee Hwa Jewellery - SOLD OUT
8 May 2009, 7pm

Marc by Marc Jacobs brought to you by Samsung Mobile - SOLD OUT
8 May 2009, 9pm

Vivienne Westwood AW 09/10 Anglomania Show - SOLD OUT
10 May 2009, 8pm

No chance to hang out with the fashion posse. -randomsademoticon-

URBAN is hilarious. I love how Noelle Loh gives weak excuses for doyenne Vivienne Westwood’s inability to move her British arse down here to grace Audi Fashion Week. She artfully claims that ‘[Westwood's] physical absence from the festival speaks of a defiance that only she can pull off”. ‘She will not be here next Sunday because “she is watching her carbon footprint and doesn’t like to fly unless it is absolutely necessary”‘. Yes we understand perfectly; surely no one expects the Queen of punk-rock-chic to swing her legs over a goth-purple motorcycle careen across Asia. BUT Madame Westwood, you could have at least snapped your ring encrusted fingers at your assistant, commanding them to find green transport to Singapore! I heard environmentally friendly planes are so in this season.

ANYWAY This probably is shallow; but absenting oneself from school probably speaks of the same defiance only a special someone can pull off (: No dissing intended. I don’t even have my -bish plz- face on.

China’s Rainbow Connection

I miss the old folks at Tian Tan.  Beijing grannies possess more spark in them than us sad students back here.

case in point

Trust me. I am tired of putting effort into blogging. As such I have devised a painless and pointless method of writing. It’s incoherent, senseless and so ‘a la Singaporean étudiant’. Ohh and before MOE plants a bug on me like some cheap parasite, or sticks Iranian missiles into my lunchbox (but then again I don’t have one) I MUST clarify: It’s not that most kiddos write like this, I’m just incredibly bored; so let’s leave it at that. 

todayz i went to kap. eat big macs. uber cools, got alot of beef so i can eat until very shiok. anyways there, -insertrandomChinesename- veri funny, say he got fuck his girlfren yesterday. i dun belief him lorz. funny right? so young still can have this type of relation, so sianzzz. i wish i have lor. after eat finish then go back liaoz. walao school boring horx? 

anyway later go home i watch amercian idol. Adam Lambert super cool sia. i wish i can sings like that. maybe if i got some talent is better. then can earn more money. then my parents more happy right? aiya sian lah. 

k talk more tomorrow. bb!

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I guess it’s funny how there’s higher readership on special days. At least you people are expecting something. For that, thank you. 

Sometimes I do wish my life were more interesting, that way you’ll be more amused. Your trip here won’t be as wasted. 

For birthdays, I do a lot of wishing. For one I wished I could share more personal issues with you all. But you know I can’t and probably won’t [for now]. 

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I wished that the world was a fishbowl with no sides. Just water. Just beauty. Just golden fish. And deep blue.

I wished my life weren’t just a bleep.  People hardly hear through the radio. 

I wished that I were blind to black and white. Please buy me a new colouring book.

I wished I were born in Imperial Russia as a serf. Or Ancient Egypt as a slave. Or 21st Century Saudi Arabia as a woman. 

I wished Madonna were the Queen of England.

I wished God were an exotic semi – Indian dancer. That way I may be able to relate with him more. 

come what may

it’s so sad. I should really just crawl back into mummy’s womb and die. at least it’s quiet there.

Ah well…wand still in your jeans?

This is so sweet. Hermione and Harry grow up so well (:

something isn’t right.

WAZZUP! I HAZ WEASEL IN HAIR! 

This is the magnifico, fantabulous, terrificent Chantal Biya – the First Lady of Cameroon, who stunningly realises that her GIGANTROUS mane speaks more Africa than starving children. 

CAUTION: Plz stand on ladder to view head of this 80’s style lion. 

HAPPY 35th!

OH GOD NO!
BELATED BLESSED BIRTHDAY VICTORIA BECKHAM!

Oh tish tosh, Madame Posh I promise I will love you and be loyal to you forever, even IF you continue looking like an owl which has just EXPLODED! 

PS: I totally get that fur is major this season but … how many puppies did you have to kill to do it?
PPS: Please remind David to make love to you and send me the tapes!