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Versace- 1/4/05
Beautiful. What more can there be to say? Comment if you want me to put up individual close up shots :D
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I discussed this with Sherwin not too long ago. I was surfing through the featured sites at Xanga, and I found out, surprisingly, that almost none of these sites actually have substantial discussions about whatever. Ok, lets just put it in lay man terms. They were CRAP. Take a look at an excerpt... "Hey EVERYONE.... I gotsta date tonight.... so help me pic out which outfit to wear pweaz ! teehee. thanx."
Wow, talk about intellectual. The thing is, what is the magic formula that makes their sites so popular, while those that write really good articles get almost no hits?
I have the answer. "HAWWT PIXXZZZ!" There was this one guy who had a picture of himself naked save for a towel round his waist. Had he been a middle-aged, balding, pot-bellied gangsta I would have been flabbergasted that he had at least 50 comments for his first post which just said simple, "Should I take it off?". But alas, this guy was hot, tall and had a six pack. Now we all can sigh and say... "Oh, no wonder..."
[Im going to watch An Interview with a Vampire now... I'll pick up once its done]
So I told Sherwin, I was going to start something called "Operation Slut". I was to take pictures of myself dressed sexily in compromising postions and post them all over my site and see if there was going to be any reaction to prove my theory. And I was also to type like this: "omg haven hit this like in such a fcukin long time! how're ma bitches doin? hit me with a coment 2 tell me how yu are yeah? propzzz me toooo!!!newayz me and my galpals hit the mall on tuesday and we went shopping! i got myself this fckin hot tube which sayz sLuT on the front!!! isnt it sooooooo cute!!!! and we and ma bitches we eyeing some hawwttt guyz that were in the same store as us... they were soooo totally checking us out and following us arnd!!!!" I swear I actually had to stop myself from continuing. This must be a sign.
I even resorted to making my cleavage look bigger in my pictures with Adobe Photoshop to make myself sexier. Why oh why was I not blessed with assets? I ask myself that every waking moment I have... even in my dreams sometimes. Back to Operation Slut. I had everything ready for my slutty debut, when I had an epiphany. Why degrade myself just to get an audience? Shouldn't one write for the love of writing. Shouldn't one write to express oneself?
If people visit because they truly like the way I write, then that is the greatest reward. Don't be a Blog Whore. Figure out what that means.
"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than write for the public and have no self."
-Cyril Connolly
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| "Be more concerned about your character, than your reputation, because your character is who you are and your reputation, is what people think you are."
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| Tang's Fashion Show-26/3/05
Just random shots of what you all missed. I removed my chatbox because it was interfering with the size of my posts and pictures. The only way you can comment is if you get a xanga account or sign my guestbook. The link is above my picture.
I've been wanting to write a really deep piece on life and all that jazz, but you see, all I've been doing the past few days (correction: weeks) is staying at home and sleeping. My river of inspiration has run dry. I like the way that sounds... River of Inspiration. I should copyright it. Back to where I was. My life has become so drab that I've really nothing to write about. I'm practically honourary member of The Hermits Association! Booyah!
I think its time I found a new hobby. Slacking at home is so passe. Can someone please ask me out? Pretty please? HAHAHA.
This post was way random. Ignore me I of beg you.
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| Bah. Something VERY interesting occured this morning (around 4 a.m to be exact). I was cosily tucked up in my bed sleeping when I was suddenly awakened by a strange noise that sounded suspiciously like my handphone ringtone. Lo' behold! It was a call from a certain someone in another country.
My initial thought was, "WTF?! 4 fe-reak-ing a.m in the morning! Doesn't this person have a bloody watch?". Indeed this person did have a watch. He/She just didnt have a brain, which I'm most certain he/she forgot to bring along with him/her to [insert country].
Ok, so there I was, drowsy from sleep, in my bed, on the phone. Naturally I didn't sound as chirpy as I would be if this person had called, lets say, 5 Hours earlier?!
As I entertained this call, irritation bubbled within me. Questions like, "Did you just go clubbing and dance with a guy?", "Are you drunk?" and "I think you are high..." just do not sit well with me at 4 a.m. Had it been later in the morning, I would have just laughed them off as a joke, but at 4 in the morning, this person was just asking for a blasting. That naturally happened later in the morning since I wanted to go back to sleep.
The moral of the story is, as much as I love to talk on the phone and have a good laugh with all of you out there, I sadly feel it is necessary to consider 1)TIME 2)APPROPRIATY OF CONVERSATION and 3)DID I MENTION TIME? Oops, I think I did (There was a strong urge to type "Oops I did it again! I played with your heart....Blah blah blah!" instead... strange) when you call someone.
To the fellow in question, this incident was just too irresistible to... resist blogging about. I hope you'll have a laugh when you read it and not get angry and just attribute your actions to momentarily insanity!
Here's a thought,
[(When I'm not in my right mind, my left mind gets pretty crowded...)]
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