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tiffa-licious
Happy V day
..and a special thanks to hopeless romantic aunties, wimpy uncles and hallmark for creating this cash crop of a holiday. do we really need a national holiday to be reminded that we're gonna die alone in a HDB cluttered with garbage, cleo/womens weekly magazines, wearing pasar malam pj's, covered in body chocolate and surrounded by stacks of K drama and Sex in the City? we're reminded of that on a daily basis, well i am at least. hallmark really nailed it with this "holiday" and figured out the perfect formula on how to ruin single peoples self esteem, make men look like shitheads for being clueless about what type of roses, chocolate and stuffed bears to buy on a pointless holiday for their date and for women to bitch and moan if they only get one box of chocolate and no dinner reservations at dempsey, while putting millions in hallmark ceo's greedy pockets with card sales and shitty chocolate.
men, no matter what you do on valentines day for that special someone, (if you're actually into valetines day or doing something special for someone, if you are you're a bitch) it's never good enough and you'll fuck the day up no matter what you do. i recommend you forget you have a girlfriend or a date, steal a chocolate bar from 7 eleven, get some edible undies and go blow your money and your load on your girlfriends hotter best friend because she'll actually appreciate the attention, the backstabbing, the dinner at dempsey and the pearl necklace
women, valentines day is the perfect day to get revenge on your boyfriend or husband for something stupid or immature he did in the past, which was probably even that morning, like forgetting it was v-d day or forgetting your name. if you want the sure way to know that you'll have him forever or just wanna see how much he reeaaally loves and cares about you i got the perfect remedy.....say you're pregnant and that he's the father!
HOLYSHIT THIS IS TOO FUNNY,
Egyptian Cleric Hazem Shuman Warns Muslim Youth of the Upcoming Valentine's Day: It's More Dangerous than AIDS, Ebola, and Cholera.
way he talks is ULTRA funny.
so yeah, whateverr.. i got suckered:
blew my bespoke mahogany easel money on saturday.
nydc.
cookie mudpie. taken in the most unglam manner.
oreo cheesecake.
you can hint the sadness in my face.
that sums up saturday for me.
so yes. tiffanie makes alot of noise. just now. unlike other homo sapiens in the world, tiffanie's probably the most sought after person when shes pissed or bitching about mercilessly. she shit golden nugget during such ordeals. and by all means necessary, i'll go all kinda measures to seize it.
you: SQUEALSSSS!!! omg do you have facebook! ADD MEEEE !
tiff: haha i got no facebook.
reply: WHAT?!??! WHYEEEEE
to set the record straight once and for all, she preferred to have this to be in my blog instead, i don't know. probably because i have higher visitor traffic?
WHY TIFFANIE WOULD NEVER OWN A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT
1. i really enjoy telling everyone (who has facebook) that i don't
2. i don't want every damn photo of me uploaded. then people will know what ive been up to !
3. everyone would know everything
4. which is why, if you know me well enough, i prefer to keep things UNDER THE WRAP
5. dont see a need in having one. im happy using salihin's (the fish's) account.
6. of which entitles me to view MOST of the profiles i wish to do so.
7. need i say more. my primary purpose is to view profiles. not to get viewed.
8. best done so by not owning an account by having access to one that has access to my plot!
9. do not want my inbox to be filled with FACEBOOK
10. do not want to be obliged to upload 'all the photos' on the social networking site.
yes its old but i just have to show this:
marvel-lous
tmr jon, i take pics of it tmr. for now, i have to go source for some lesbian porn.
..and a special thanks to hopeless romantic aunties, wimpy uncles and hallmark for creating this cash crop of a holiday. do we really need a national holiday to be reminded that we're gonna die alone in a HDB cluttered with garbage, cleo/womens weekly magazines, wearing pasar malam pj's, covered in body chocolate and surrounded by stacks of K drama and Sex in the City? we're reminded of that on a daily basis, well i am at least. hallmark really nailed it with this "holiday" and figured out the perfect formula on how to ruin single peoples self esteem, make men look like shitheads for being clueless about what type of roses, chocolate and stuffed bears to buy on a pointless holiday for their date and for women to bitch and moan if they only get one box of chocolate and no dinner reservations at dempsey, while putting millions in hallmark ceo's greedy pockets with card sales and shitty chocolate.
men, no matter what you do on valentines day for that special someone, (if you're actually into valetines day or doing something special for someone, if you are you're a bitch) it's never good enough and you'll fuck the day up no matter what you do. i recommend you forget you have a girlfriend or a date, steal a chocolate bar from 7 eleven, get some edible undies and go blow your money and your load on your girlfriends hotter best friend because she'll actually appreciate the attention, the backstabbing, the dinner at dempsey and the pearl necklace
women, valentines day is the perfect day to get revenge on your boyfriend or husband for something stupid or immature he did in the past, which was probably even that morning, like forgetting it was v-d day or forgetting your name. if you want the sure way to know that you'll have him forever or just wanna see how much he reeaaally loves and cares about you i got the perfect remedy.....say you're pregnant and that he's the father!
HOLYSHIT THIS IS TOO FUNNY,
Egyptian Cleric Hazem Shuman Warns Muslim Youth of the Upcoming Valentine's Day: It's More Dangerous than AIDS, Ebola, and Cholera.
way he talks is ULTRA funny.
so yeah, whateverr.. i got suckered:
blew my bespoke mahogany easel money on saturday.
nydc.
cookie mudpie. taken in the most unglam manner.
oreo cheesecake.
you can hint the sadness in my face.that sums up saturday for me.
so yes. tiffanie makes alot of noise. just now. unlike other homo sapiens in the world, tiffanie's probably the most sought after person when shes pissed or bitching about mercilessly. she shit golden nugget during such ordeals. and by all means necessary, i'll go all kinda measures to seize it.
you: SQUEALSSSS!!! omg do you have facebook! ADD MEEEE !
tiff: haha i got no facebook.
reply: WHAT?!??! WHYEEEEE
to set the record straight once and for all, she preferred to have this to be in my blog instead, i don't know. probably because i have higher visitor traffic?
WHY TIFFANIE WOULD NEVER OWN A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT
1. i really enjoy telling everyone (who has facebook) that i don't
2. i don't want every damn photo of me uploaded. then people will know what ive been up to !
3. everyone would know everything
4. which is why, if you know me well enough, i prefer to keep things UNDER THE WRAP
5. dont see a need in having one. im happy using salihin's (the fish's) account.
6. of which entitles me to view MOST of the profiles i wish to do so.
7. need i say more. my primary purpose is to view profiles. not to get viewed.
8. best done so by not owning an account by having access to one that has access to my plot!
9. do not want my inbox to be filled with FACEBOOK
10. do not want to be obliged to upload 'all the photos' on the social networking site.
yes its old but i just have to show this:
marvel-lous
tmr jon, i take pics of it tmr. for now, i have to go source for some lesbian porn.
yeah i gotz da man right her. he haz ill skeelz
fuck!! how could this happen? i missed the friday the 13th post!
anyways, i was bustin my ass lately for the past week, valetines, and couple of nignong bullshit. so tgif, i fell asleep, so when i sleep that night i had one of those breakthrough moments. im
seriously considering of starting a clothing line, mang. bitch believe me.
so i have to start somewhere. and was considering of making a blogshop.
you know like one of those glittery lian blogshop that sells cheap stuff like balck dresses, accessories and such. kinda like zhiwei's or charmander's blogshop. nice right?
and as soon as i get further revenue from dad, i'll upscale my shit and have a boutique located in orchard shopping strip. maybe far east plaza, because that place is in the limbo of atas and affordable. after that, imma hire that hardworking china man that works in that 24hour jihad prata shop near nafa. then imma fly to sri lanka, and source for the finest cotton thats cheaper than a yegg roeti pratha here.. then like i have shirt packed in styrofoam because plastic and paper bags are for wussies.
then im gonna have THIS as my signage in front of the shop :
click to zooom.
and i'mma have massive speakers that plays enya soundtrack, so they would feel spiritually uplifting and heavenly. and of course, mcdonalds french fries scent because everybody knows, that smell attracts customer. and my reciept in egyptian hieroglyphic and shit. imagine it would appear like:
bird, triangle, eye, vase, snake, guy pointing left, bird, star = the technobengz series X tee - $78.50.
and shoppers have to like remove their shoes when entering. cos im gonna flood the floorspace with very shallow water along with guppys that sucks dirty microshit off your feet.
uber cool huh? the idea? hoho, subscribe to Forbes guys, your gonna find my face on the cover of the Singapore's Richest issue.
my notebook that influenced me to go Zen nowadays.
right the fuck now, i'm currently at work and blogging. ugh! and i have obligations and shit for tmr's school. cool eh? oh. know what's cooler, i spent Vday last night. the most oVerated-Day in the calendar. 'oVerrated-tine's' according to nicki. blew big dollars that day. will post valentino pics on later post.
so yeah:
the ultra-jap vampyre. (hisss!) shes so asian, shes actually staring at you in this pic.
hand study class. lagging.
hand model: WWF.
hand model: olivia.
shes like fingering j-dub in this pic. (insert booos)
that oslo chic's drawing. dot by dot. i think her works takes like dog years man. freakin intricate. l33t 4sh0
bee lan!
lecturer adding up more crazier shit in my ill collabo-workz.
L4D mclunch.
oh, and 3D ceramics class. the j-dub have to like remove his communist cuban dictator mat cap, cos some powdercake shit erupted and shit. so he went to like clean his head, so we played around with his cap on all kind of variations with the head bust models in the workshop. forgot to take all of em.
the lim hak tai guy or something, with mat cap. huhuh. abdul hak tai.
that anna chic and mat zeus. ape sak.
plastering hands
ray pisses me off, so i flipped the bird at him, and little did i know, my finger hardens. then my finger stayed like this throughout the day. then i got like thai ladies to lick my fingers slowly so that i .....l l la la la (chicka chicka) la LAME!!
then come labelling the boxes for our plastercast. check out my ghetto dope cool box. id be like mackin' hoes fo sho in tha club with that thang:
oh snap! fontz got skeelz. niggur fo sho. im a hustler daym!
and ma dawg, Lil' Shane. he be monsta cockin knowmsayin?
we gots like a 2-way pager lookin' fo some danger.
the imba box. so to all ya suckaz out there, imba = imbalanced = dopeawesome. you feel me? plaaaaaya?
told you nubz niggaz we aint playin.
aight. movin on homie.
so on friday:
sian showing us a video that made half the class sian.
art jamming. autisticly cool.
le matt, daniel and mongshi (maxim) was art jamming. they were so furious with the brush strokes. they were so intense with the technical details and shit, i didnt dare to jump into the fray. till got distracted with maxim's arms so i grabbed my expensive brush and decided to paint on her shoulder instead.
maxim's arm
another customer, afan-tastic.
skull and fail venom that looks like moss instead.
dulan pai kia.
gangstarz
pornstarz
tap section. it gotz like graffiti of me name, someone added plaaaya!
final collabo workz.
okay. imma take a breakz. im goin beng siaoz.
anyways, i was bustin my ass lately for the past week, valetines, and couple of nignong bullshit. so tgif, i fell asleep, so when i sleep that night i had one of those breakthrough moments. im
seriously considering of starting a clothing line, mang. bitch believe me.
so i have to start somewhere. and was considering of making a blogshop.
you know like one of those glittery lian blogshop that sells cheap stuff like balck dresses, accessories and such. kinda like zhiwei's or charmander's blogshop. nice right?
and as soon as i get further revenue from dad, i'll upscale my shit and have a boutique located in orchard shopping strip. maybe far east plaza, because that place is in the limbo of atas and affordable. after that, imma hire that hardworking china man that works in that 24hour jihad prata shop near nafa. then imma fly to sri lanka, and source for the finest cotton thats cheaper than a yegg roeti pratha here.. then like i have shirt packed in styrofoam because plastic and paper bags are for wussies.
then im gonna have THIS as my signage in front of the shop :
click to zooom.and i'mma have massive speakers that plays enya soundtrack, so they would feel spiritually uplifting and heavenly. and of course, mcdonalds french fries scent because everybody knows, that smell attracts customer. and my reciept in egyptian hieroglyphic and shit. imagine it would appear like:
bird, triangle, eye, vase, snake, guy pointing left, bird, star = the technobengz series X tee - $78.50.
and shoppers have to like remove their shoes when entering. cos im gonna flood the floorspace with very shallow water along with guppys that sucks dirty microshit off your feet.
uber cool huh? the idea? hoho, subscribe to Forbes guys, your gonna find my face on the cover of the Singapore's Richest issue.
my notebook that influenced me to go Zen nowadays.right the fuck now, i'm currently at work and blogging. ugh! and i have obligations and shit for tmr's school. cool eh? oh. know what's cooler, i spent Vday last night. the most oVerated-Day in the calendar. 'oVerrated-tine's' according to nicki. blew big dollars that day. will post valentino pics on later post.
so yeah:
the ultra-jap vampyre. (hisss!) shes so asian, shes actually staring at you in this pic.hand study class. lagging.
hand model: WWF.
hand model: olivia.shes like fingering j-dub in this pic. (insert booos)
that oslo chic's drawing. dot by dot. i think her works takes like dog years man. freakin intricate. l33t 4sh0
bee lan!
lecturer adding up more crazier shit in my ill collabo-workz.
L4D mclunch.oh, and 3D ceramics class. the j-dub have to like remove his communist cuban dictator mat cap, cos some powdercake shit erupted and shit. so he went to like clean his head, so we played around with his cap on all kind of variations with the head bust models in the workshop. forgot to take all of em.
the lim hak tai guy or something, with mat cap. huhuh. abdul hak tai.
that anna chic and mat zeus. ape sak.
plastering hands
ray pisses me off, so i flipped the bird at him, and little did i know, my finger hardens. then my finger stayed like this throughout the day. then i got like thai ladies to lick my fingers slowly so that i .....l l la la la (chicka chicka) la LAME!!then come labelling the boxes for our plastercast. check out my ghetto dope cool box. id be like mackin' hoes fo sho in tha club with that thang:
oh snap! fontz got skeelz. niggur fo sho. im a hustler daym!
and ma dawg, Lil' Shane. he be monsta cockin knowmsayin?
we gots like a 2-way pager lookin' fo some danger.
the imba box. so to all ya suckaz out there, imba = imbalanced = dopeawesome. you feel me? plaaaaaya?
told you nubz niggaz we aint playin.aight. movin on homie.
so on friday:
sian showing us a video that made half the class sian.
art jamming. autisticly cool.le matt, daniel and mongshi (maxim) was art jamming. they were so furious with the brush strokes. they were so intense with the technical details and shit, i didnt dare to jump into the fray. till got distracted with maxim's arms so i grabbed my expensive brush and decided to paint on her shoulder instead.
maxim's arm
another customer, afan-tastic.
skull and fail venom that looks like moss instead.
dulan pai kia.
gangstarz
pornstarz
tap section. it gotz like graffiti of me name, someone added plaaaya!
final collabo workz.okay. imma take a breakz. im goin beng siaoz.
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