Don`t stereotype me as a party animal. Photos of me in the club do not determine that I LIVE in a disco. I do not get drunk every night and I proudly dare say that I have never puked from alcohol intoxication. I bet you`ve stuck your head in a toilet bowl at 5am more than once.
Don`t mistake me for a cheap slut. Being decked out in a bunny suit for HALLOWEEN has got absolutely nothing to do with being a wannabe-PLAYBOY-BUNNY. Oh, if I could only have that kind of body worthy of the "coveted" title. Why, thank you very much, I am so flattered by your risque comments.
Do not label me as a spoilt rich brat. My branded goods have got nothing to do with you. My parents work hard for their money. Besides, streetwise people (unlike yourselves) will readily acknowledge the fact that beneath the glitz and glamour of every wild child lies an undesirable share of problems. So grow up, stop judging people by the number of branded items they own. And if you cannot contain your jealousy for the more fortunate kids who are better off than you, count your blesings and thank God that you stil have rice to eat everyday despite your constant murmuring (which I am sure is ringing at His merciful ears). And just for the record, I eat at hawker centres most of the time, am jaded of restaurant fare and shop for my clothes at Bugis Street. Blame it on my ability to make something dirt cheap look darn expensivvve.
I don`t dabble with any sort of politics that arise anywhere (office or social circles, whatsoever) and I detest superficial, 2-faced, insincere people who smile in your face and stab you in the back. If you don`t adore me I can understand, just tell me straight. I like transparency.
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Enough of rantings already, I`m not one to bear grudges or stay angry for long, unless you`re talking about this particular anal female creature... Right, there we go again. `Nuff said.
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