India.. Bangalore.. Whiny Bitch

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Hello people.

This is gorgeous me blogging all the way from Bangalore at two hours behind whatever time you have there in Singapore.

Okay. I know I've already announced that on xin's and my facebook wall.

BUT this wireless network is totally a gift from heaven, a blessing from guan yin ma.

It's some PAIGROUP network..

Actually I was expecting some wireless@india.

I just HAVE TO blog and well, somehow say Hi..

Or perhaps swear a lil..

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

GOD KNOWS WHEN WILL I BE ABLE TO CONNECT TO THE WIRELESS EVER AGAIN IN THE NEXT 14 DAYS.

Okay. I've got nothing else to say.

P.S: Daddy's starting to wobble

his head like an Indian uncle

when he talks.

AND THAT PISSES ME OFF BIG TIME.

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OMFG

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Pssss...

I tell you a secret okay?

I HAVEN'T PACK MY LUGGAGE FOR INDIA AND I'M LEAVING TODAY.

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JUMP ING

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This year's winter solstice I don't have all my dearest with me.

I didn't get to have a sweet warm reunion with Dawn and Xin.

Anyway..

Mommy made glutinous rice balls..

YESSSS!

I GET TO EAT DAWN'S SHARE CAUSE SHE'S NOT HERE.

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Merry Christmas

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Please miss me when I'm in India.

K. Bye bye.

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WHAT

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When I used to work in Tangs, there was this guy who would wait for me everyday after work, hoping I would agree take his bike home. TO: WENGZHILI.... "BIKE IS DANGEROUS."


Xin asked if his name is Fly.



NO dear, his name is Sky.



My BFF has supersonic ultrasonic panasonic memory..
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Puzzles missing

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Eh...
Who wanna go watch
Avatar with me?!

Dawn and Xin are not in Singapore.
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Times like this reminds me
the importance of a boyfriend.
But boyfriends can be scarily destructive.
Brrr.. Forget it.

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A happy person is a horny person

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TODAY MY BFF GAVE ME
A CHRISTMAS GIFT

I LOVE HER BUT I'M STILL SUFFERING THE AFTERMATH OF MY SHOPPING FRENZY.

I FELT REAL BAD SO I'M GONNA BUY HER CURRY FLAVOUR PERFUME WHEN I'M IN INDIA.

I ATE SAKURA WITH BFF AND WENGZHILI FOR DINNER.

THEN WE CHILLED AT STARBfUCKS
AND PLAYED HANG-MAN TILL 3 AM.

I DREW A NICE INDIAN CHIO BU WITH BIG NEH NEH ON WENGZHILI'S HAND.

AND HE LIKED IT.

She also wrote me a
THREE-PAGE-LONG LETTER.



This is just what I need.. SHE'S MY TAPEWORM.
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erfgfdsbgn

It was Wednesday's Ladies night. I was all geared up and ready for a fun night. I was in my black tank top and jeans, prancing around in my black killer heels and my hair all done up in neat fine cornrows. I was going for the " y'know, I'M COOL " look. As I was standing outside Supperclub, I heard the guys beside me said..

"I think she's more of like..unisex."

What am I ? A SALON?

Fuck my life..

I hate you sadists who liked my status.

Swat em' !

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Flea !

Flea, fly !

Flea, fly, mosquito !


Calamine, calamine, calamine lotion.

Ooh, no more calamine lotion.

Itchy, itchy,

Scratchy, scratchy,

Up and down my backy, whacky.



MY BACK IS VERY ITCHY NOW.
I'M SCRATCHING MADLY LIKE A HOUND.
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uno.

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I finally met up my stupid-JC-kid BFF..

After...well.. I'd say... a-period-of-time. (i'm sucha lessie.)

Get well soon sugar frosted caramel cupcake with rainbow sprinkles!

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Say wha?

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When I say STFU.


You STFU.

JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP.

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Everybody dance now.

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I'll always be here watching you, longing for you, waiting for you...

TO FUCKING FALL .

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Aftermath..

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I've decided to have a
Stay-home-Monday.

And Tuesday..

Well, and Wednesday..

and thursdayfridaysaturdaysundayplusmonday.

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GOOD DAY

Black Christmas in India..



Oh Santa.
When can I ever have a white Christmas.

Shagalaga

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I'M SO GONNA WATCH HUMAN TRAFFICKING PART II ON HALLMARK AT 2AM LATER. I DON'T CARE IF HEAT TRANSFER MST IS AT 8.30AM TOMORROW.

I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE.

Will drinking chicken essence together

with super concentrated coffee

make me lau sai ??

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Gossip

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Can someone just punch me in my balls, give me a bloody choke slam, maul my goddamn shrek face and ask me to get my motherfuckface back to the books. Not forgetting to end it beautifully with a hard core stone cold stunner. Kthnxbye.


Facebook shout-outs totally replaced blogging
since my posts are all Dawnshort. (Like y'know.. Skyhigh..?)

When I say chao,
You say chee bye~

P.S: Flo Rida's ugly.

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Chee bye laH!

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I've just deleted off a whole punnet of assholes from my facebook.

So listen up, don't bother to add me back for guan yin ma's sake.

The moment you saw my uber chio sister,

One went, "Oh, no! I'm not her friend. She's my friend's friend."

Another went, "How can she be your sister?!"

Like what the fuck !

I know she's chio BUT yes, we did exit from the same bye bye for your info.

Ugly guys are always the ones putting people down.

Just look at your hideous dweeb face. Urgh.

I'm hideous but that's my damn problem WHAT.

You've got small balls.

Does that mean I could

hit them like a pinata??

Trust me. It Sucks To Fall Sick

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I fell sick again

It's like the 32427549th time.

I laid on my couch like a rotting carcass for the whole damn day.

I've seen the doc this morning.

He hastily dismissed me with a couple of lozenges.

WTFuck. He hates me.

Alright.

Gotta go suck on some lozenges.

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Big headed

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I was twirling my thumb drive around my index finger.

It went round and round and round..

Then, "SWOOF"

It flew out and hit my nose.

Fuck my life.

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Dumb Dumb Dee Dumb

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Hello Bello.

I went down town with JC kid today.

I treated her really well today cause I peeled the pandan leaf chicken for her when we dined at Sakura.

In return, she smashed my pyramid-shaped chicken.

She's damn CHIcken-says-good-BYE.

We combed the whole town in search of her prom shoes.

I'm like her humble servant who kept walking around

looking for suitable shoes in the shop

While she sits there and

shake leg shake balls.

Stupid JC kid.

You think you're Cinderella is it.

She's damn CHIcken-says-chee-BYE.

HAHAHA.

Okay.. Now my turn to chee-bye-says-good-bye.

Guuuuud Byyyyyyyye.

CHEE BYE x DORK FACE

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I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself

I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.

I fucking hate myself for missing wednesday maths lesson again!

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I motherfucking hate myself that

I wanna bloody give myself

a stone cold stunner.

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Freaked out my byebye

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I forgot to tell you nosey parkers that...

My laptop exploded and I was so petrified that my belly button, butt cheeks, wisdom teeth all fell on the floor.

Okay.

It really scared the living duckies outta me.

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You're just reading nonsense.

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I wanna choke slam myself.

It's gonna be fun.

When I'm stressed, I sing.

I just sang, and felt a lot better.

I think I need to go get a boyfriend soon.

I need an audience.

And someone to practice my wrestling moves on.

On second thoughts.

Actually I just needed a human sacrifice.

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I don't wanna talk no more.

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I'm supposed to go to AFA with Dan tomorrow.

Well, I was thinking of taking a breather for the longest time.

I've been badly terribly horribly extremely deprived of entertainment

EVER since oh-so-evil school starts.


BUT I CAN'T! I CAN'T!!!

ARGH!

REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!
REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!
REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!
REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!
REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!
REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!
REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!
REPORTS! TUTORIALS! ASSIGNMENTS!

Ccb.
Sorry, Dan.

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Siao people have siao talks

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My blog posts are always short...

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Cause I've got a goddamn dickie the duckie in my head and hardcore reading disorder.

And I'm lazy

Bye Bye.

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When I grow up, I wanna be just like you!

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I just wanna say hi.

HI.

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I wanna be motherfuckingly free of reports and assignments.

I feel like dying!

PLEASE!

Someone just kill ...

my lecturer.

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Imma PussY

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I have the tendency to drunk dial people when I had a drop too much.


You know what?


Actually, it's my alter ego, grace C axe axe, who likes to harass people.


Okay. I know.

It's just me.

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Suck this shit. Retaliate like a pussy.

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What's da latest fuck?


http://usistersforever.blogspot.com/


Coolio website. HAHAHA!


Check it out. I had a good 15 minutes laugh.


The cyber space is sure madly infested with these lianzxs xiao meimeixzs.

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When I say jump, you say HOW HIGH

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My BaKua leader has crazy orgasmic high expectations.


I'm intending to plot a murder against him.


Maybe I should get the other two group members involve too.

The more the merrier.

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I call you a satan.

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Reports are robbers.

They rob me of my sleeping time.

Grrr. I'll rape your girlfriends in return.

Hot stuff.

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I was half way through my Jelly Tan's post when I realised I'm running outta time and needs to do my report before my dear leader asks me to eat some shit.

I'm s-s-s-sorry.

Imma a wind breaker.

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Nose is nose.

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I wouldn't pretend if I don't like you.

But I'll pretend

if I still like you.

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Obsessed with Obessions .

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I'm obsessed with the word Chee Bye recently.


It's really not so much about my desire to swear.


It's this addictive pronunciation.


Especially when you Say it slowly.

C..H..E..E

(Your lips will pout in such a chee bye way

that it irritates the living chee bye outta people)

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B..Y..E

(First your lips press together

then you separate them with split seconds,

followed by a classic chee bye brow raise to end off)

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I can't help it.. Forgive me.

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I am a chee bye person I admit.

HAHAHA.

I used to sing this song to a girl sitting beside in primary school.


大便大便，

大便大便，

大便座在我旁边~~


It's in the tune of some chinese new year song.

I composed it during chinese new year period.


Cheebye-ness x Infinity.
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Flamingo

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Today, I made up a new song

And irritated the hell outta... myself.


It's supposed to irritate Dawn.

But it just didn't work.

So I got irritated.

I'm so gon' fuck my life.

Ooh, fuck my life.

Please fuck my life.

Just fuck my life.

Guess what?

Now, I'm so gon' fuck YOUR life.

Ooh, fuck your life.

Yeah, fuck your life.

Just fuck your life.

I can go on forever..

But I stopped cause she doesn't give me the desired reaction I want.

So I walked outta the room

in disappointment.

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Like a virgin.

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grace-C-axe-axe-dot-blogspot-dot-com

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I don't wanna go to school tomorrow.

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Can ?

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CHEE BYE NO.

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Guys are dweeb fucks

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I'm watching National Geographic and saw this horny male King Cobra killing a female King cobra cause she doesn't wanna have sex with him.


Grrr.. M-A-N


From humans to snakes, still jerks.
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JERRY TAN?! I'm Tom Ooi..

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Hey people,

It's 3.22am now.

And guess what?


I'VE JUST WON A CYBER WAR ON FACEBOOK!


Damn oh damn.. It's been long since I get to be really chee bye and humiliate people.


Love the taste of victory.

Fill you people in with details tomorrow!
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Buy me a rotameter

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Life sucks, and then we die.

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Dorkie doggie

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HEY

PEOPLE PEOPLE!!!

Ugly ones, fat ones, pimpled ones,

black ones, short ones, small boobs ones!

Skinny, pretty and tall ones fuck off.

I passed my basic theory test!!!

What? Though easy but a pass is still a pass right?

Don't be so such a dick duck dork..

The aunty sitting next to me was like god darn proud and completed it within 15 minutes.

Then, DANG..

A big

'FAILED'

appeared on her screen

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She started tapping frantically on her screen,

hoping it will disappear

before another chee bye person

like me sees it.

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HAHAHA.

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Nice one aunty.

You've made my day.

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I say B

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I SCREW SCHOOL.

MONDAY TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY AND THURSDAY
FRIDAY SATURDAY
SATURDAY TO SUNDAY.

PARTY EVERYDAY

PARTY EVERYDAY.

From Zouk to Clark Quay.




Never ending fun yo.


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Spookilicious.

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HELLO HALLOWEEN

YOU SPOOKY FREAKS

I swear Zouk has the

craziest get-ups around.

Coolio Foolio.

I know. I look like a big time dweeb.

Forgive me, but I'm really a red indian.

Mr. Money Plant.

Beat that.

The Infamous Grim Ripper.

I know I looked like I'm wearing a sack.

But come on,

I'm an ancient red indian.

I'm not suppose to be SHEXY okay.

Everybody kept disturbing

my BigBird feather.

And everyone kept asking me where the hell is John Smith.

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HOW THE FUCK

DO I KNOW?!

That jerk dumped me and probably went into hiding in America.

Now tell me,

WHO'S IN FOR DA NEXT HALLOWEEN HUH?!

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Shit you Bitch.

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Hello big boys and girls,

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I haven't been blogging

for the longest time...and not intending to.


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1 Dollar

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I've just registered to take my car license this morning.


Big shiet, bic boy.
Coconut on apple tree. FUCK.


I can't comprehend a single shit on the theory handbook.


God damn it.

Fuck my life big time.

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I'm gon' undress you.

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Gonna meet my sugar frosted pie later.

*Swoons!*

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