tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58479481860653522152024-03-05T09:59:40.432-08:00Squirting JuicesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-14663658838983718432010-09-02T13:54:00.000-07:002010-09-02T13:54:24.355-07:00Horny Vs Committed Who win?<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">One night stand is pretty common. I seriously, can't understand how can a guy separate their lovey dovey commitment feeling with their horny and spermanizer attitude???</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I admitted that I had one night stand before. Twice. The second one was a mistake. I was drunk and I was in a gay bar. How am I supposed to know that straight guy find their target in GAY bar as well!. Cut story short we contacted. Not much.Say hi every now and then. And then suddenly out of nowhere his status in Facebook change. He is in a relationship. When I asked he said he is serious with his current GF. I mean that fast????? He just had his fun with me less than a month and now in a committed relationship? Funny. And I tried to flirt with him forking out details. Conversation goes like this:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Hey, now you have a gf already, so I can't see you anymore?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Him: Why not?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: I don't know. Are you serious with your gf?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Him: Yea.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Will you sleep with me in the future?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Him: I will.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: I thought you are serious with that girl?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Him: Yes, but I don't want to dissapoint you.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me: Ooookay~~~ So you won't disappoint me but it is okay to disappoint your gf?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Him: I scared you will be angry.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After that conversation I left speechless. Seriously! speechless! Sorry but I have to use this.. WTF is wrong with that guy?! Seriously. Where all the good men went? They exticnt already?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-51520780100645054512010-09-02T13:39:00.000-07:002010-09-02T13:39:59.833-07:00She Was So Shocked<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">The Juice I woke up quite late today, around 2 something. My bf called me and asked me to get ready and we were going to have lunch. I took a shower, but then got no time to dry my hair. After I finished my shower, my bf had been waiting with his friend (let's call him as ABC) in ABC's car.<br />
So I have to be fast, really fast. I wore clothes, took my bag. My hair was still so wet. I couldn't find my small towel so I just opened the wardrobe and grabbed something - which was a tube. A white tube. I planned to dry or at least wipe my wet hair during the time when we were on the way to the restaurant. We arrived - I left the "towel" inside the car.<br />
But when I back home, I forgot to take the "towel" and left it in the car. OMG. Here it is.<br />
My bf back to his home. Then ABC was going to pick his girlfriend up. Could you imagine how shocked his gf was.... A tube inside her bf car! OMG. ABC called me and asked whether it was mine and I said Yes, and sooooo sorry. It was soooo embarrassing..<br />
I guess I have no face to meet them anymore. The fact that I use a tube as a towel was the stupidest thing I've ever done. I apologize to ABC and his gf and they said it's okay. ABC told me that his gf was so shocked and I could read if she almost mad at him. (=.=)||| FML..</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-78955158640306189812010-07-07T12:20:00.000-07:002010-07-07T12:20:07.605-07:00Pubic Hair Anyone?<div style="text-align: center;">This is not my secret but I just to let my anger our anonymously.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a student. I rent a room and share toilet with others. All of us in the unit are girls but the others I supposed are aliens or some kind of Orang Utan! They don't know how to clean the bathroom after they used it. Worse still they don't even care if they leave their PUBIC HAIR every where! I talked to them few times on this matter. But it sems that they don't understand human language! </div><div style="text-align: center;">It really disgust me every morning to have to see their PUBIC HAIR sitting on the toilet seat! It seem to interfere with my morning call as well. Disgusting girls!!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-71082823994081841822010-07-07T12:02:00.000-07:002010-07-07T12:04:39.206-07:00Buyer trying to con Seller?<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Squirting Juices said: </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">Babe your stories supposed to be published in Slap Me Why Dont You. Will email he on your behalf :)</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-42341984275600811852010-07-07T12:00:00.000-07:002010-07-07T12:00:04.012-07:00Story of my life<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> Is it only me? I usually do not tell people my secrets. Well, of course. Duh.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I'm not a virgin. And I don't really want the whole world to know about it.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Its not something to be proud of.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">But when I do tell it to a friend. Someone I think I can trust.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Occasionally, when topics like these come up, she'll always go like,</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">"Oops! I forgot you're not a virgin" or "Haha, not like you, so experienced." in like such a sarcastic way. Or when I said something that offended her, she'll dig up my stories and use it against me.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Sigh. Story of my life.</div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-32949945139561230612010-06-30T11:21:00.000-07:002010-06-30T11:22:14.826-07:00Seriously Confused<div style="text-align: center;">I seriously don't know what to do. It's not a big problem actually. But.. here it is.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a guy friend. He just moved to Singapore to work. Well when I met him last few months, he kinda changed. The way he dressed, the way he talked. Previously back in my hometown (my high school friend) he dressed normally. As in not too outstanding that make you think he is gay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He never talked about being in a relationship with any girl. Well I don't mind him being gay but if he is really gay, why he hide?? Come on! I am his best friend well for 10 years now!! For how long he can hide right? (If he is gay) I don't really know whether he is gay but all the clues leads to gay!! His facebook album pictures. NONE of them are girls! And all of them look gay!!! Gosh! And after our first meeting he always give excuses not to go out with me! Then back in college, he said he got gay admirers! As in stalker! I don't know if I am wrong or right, but so far gay guys only go after gay as well right?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't want to lose my friend. Please la if you are reading this, well he might... Just admit it!!! I can live with that and I will be happy if you are happy too! I AM YOUR FRIEND! I don't care that you are gay! ( Well I do, I'll try to adjust then) ARGHH!!!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-70599412767195542082010-06-30T11:11:00.000-07:002010-06-30T11:11:45.600-07:00Why?<div style="text-align: center;">If I write the whole stories it will take a full page. Cut story short my bf helped me moved out last few weeks, Btw, my bf helps his dad in their family business. So in order to help me he have to lie to his father. And they caught him lying.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I understand if parents give comments on who their kids should date and just move on when the kid don't want to accept. But my boyfriend parents, especially dad, sabotaging my relationship by telling my boyfriend that he will find him some one new if he don't broke up with me. My oh my how much they hate me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Last time, whenever there were family events, I will be invited and I will be in the family pictures as well. But since shit happens they took down all the family photos that have my face in it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I think thats too much! You are not gonna accept me, well we see who wins! Dammit it! Why should this thing happen to me?!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-76666743768689801062010-06-18T08:39:00.000-07:002010-06-18T08:39:38.012-07:00Girls<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I find it funny that the popular girls back from high school all turned out to be dumpy women now even though they're just in their early twenties. In retrospect, those who were less popular/geeky/or even ugly turned out to be hotties now. I'm glad I belong to the latter group and not the former one ;p</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-24186350618938542742010-06-17T05:29:00.001-07:002010-06-17T05:29:50.424-07:00Spermanizer<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Men will have wonderful wife by their side. To be there for them mentally and physically. In the end men will still go for bitches.</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No offence to men or any wonderful wife but I've seen enough, bitches are just more attractive. And men will always be men with sperms to donate.</span></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-56518901306107336282010-06-16T01:49:00.000-07:002010-06-16T01:49:47.084-07:00Hate It<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate it when guys keep staring. I find it damn irritating! It's like they are trying to harassed you with that F!@#ing eyes! If you are interested in our boobs, our legs or whichever body parts you find to be arousing then please do it secretly! Will you like it if other guy stare at your sister or your mother the same way?</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-80017675774955071632010-06-16T01:31:00.000-07:002010-06-16T01:31:14.278-07:00I Will Regret If I Don't<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">I've known this guy since 2007. I was once interested in him, but I had no clue why nothing happen. It so happened that he YM me last night asking for a hug. And I jokingly replied "ok come if you dare" ( he was engaged). He took it seriously. One thing led to another he actually wanted to see me and .... with me. Well, previously he had the chance to do it when we went for holiday alone. And both of us weren't attached. But he didn't. He said he 'love' me too much to do it with me.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cut story short, I asked him why he suddenly wanted to make love to me and he said " he scared he will regret if he didn't do it before he got married"</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Well some thinking there huh?</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">You can never reason guys out when it come to sex.</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Funny.</span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-92109666289343644292010-06-11T00:22:00.000-07:002010-06-11T05:18:02.664-07:00My Puppy Love Story<div style="text-align: center;">I had this BF way back in form 3. Yea.. puppy love they said. Well it took all the courage I had to actually wrote him a letter but I didn't put my name. It was anonymous. When I think about it now it was kinda funny. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well this guy was definitely not cutest but he is smart. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I asked my friend to pass the letter to him in the morning and he will pass his reply back to my friend in the afternoon. We did this for almost 2 months. Then he tried to find out who I was. Of course it wasn't hard. I sat on few tables in front of him in the class =P. Next day after he found out who I was he actually bought me chocolates and a rose and put it under my desk. I was thrilled. It was my first love and I got it. We were together for few months. After form 3 he had to move to other state due to his parents job. I was devastated. In those days I have no internet connection at home and handphones were meant for adults only. So we communicate through snail mail. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He sent me letter through my friend's address because whenever his parents saw my name they will throw his letter away. But after few months everything changed. His letters become lesser and lesser. One day I received a letter saying he wanted to break up. He said he was never that into me in the first place. Once more I got devastated. I cried for hours. He said he accepted me previously because he was afraid if he didn't, we couldn't be friends any longer. And he don't want those awkward moment. Since that day onwards I started to hate him. To me if you have another girl just tell. There is no need to find dumbass excuse.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Guess what, now it has been 7 years and he searched for my Facebook account. He didn't add any of our high school friends. Only me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Though I don't really care but I'm happy to know that he failed in his current relationship. And I'm glad I can rub his face with all my gorgeous pictures in Facebook! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Serve you right asshole!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-69017299674634674222010-06-10T23:52:00.000-07:002010-06-11T00:37:36.232-07:00His Stash<div style="text-align: center;">I've been keeping this for quite sometime already. Until I found out about this site. My BF and I have been together almost 3 years. We have been through a lot. He even popped out the question last month and we are planning for our big day next year. Yes, we slept together. I would say we had a great bedroom moment but I just don't understand why he still buy porn movies?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I confronted him he said we have no problem. But if there is no problem, if he was satisfied why he need those porns??</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-23827780004427445712010-06-10T23:40:00.000-07:002010-06-11T05:20:58.350-07:00I'm Busy People<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I have this friend who is working oversea. She usually helps us to buy branded stuff like Gucci, LV, and coach online and send it over to Malaysia. We actually paid her extra just to tell her we appreciate her help since we can get the stuff cheaper than retail. But recently she refused to help by saying she is busy with work. In the end we found out that she actually set up an online blog to help people doing pre order.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Come on, if you want to sell to us according to the price you quote then just tell. There is no point on being so secretive. You want to do business we understand. Sigh....</div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-70753253308650115382010-06-07T08:36:00.000-07:002010-06-07T08:42:07.872-07:00Mother<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I hate me when I see you as a slut.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I can't help it when that's how you make me feel. How much more do you think I can keep when all I wish for is to be far away from you! </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> It's hard to be home when home is a hell.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tell me that everyone have their secret.Is yours same as mine? </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So that I feel I'm not alone. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So that I know it is not unlucky.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Make me believe I'm one of you.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;">Tell me I'm not alone.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-73385092540695912532010-06-05T06:40:00.000-07:002010-06-05T06:41:47.223-07:00Trade<div style="text-align: center;">Baby,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> when you say I love you because of your money do you realized you were after my beauty as well?</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a fair trade to me.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-80247949678765162812010-06-05T06:13:00.000-07:002010-06-05T06:13:38.273-07:00To Know<div style="text-align: center;">To know what happy ending is you must have gone through hell.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To know what real love is you must have met enough lovers and realized love is not about getting goosebumps when you kiss. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Its about you, them, us, I.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-40494732916930881912010-06-05T02:57:00.000-07:002010-06-05T02:59:10.520-07:00What To Catch Up?<div style="text-align: center;">While talking with my BF, he mentioned that he ran into his ex. The latest ex. Then he told me they went for lunch to catch up. I know he is not cheating on me but I am still jealous. Because his ex is slimmer and prettier than I am. The thing is why need to catch up? She dumped him for her ex! Sometimes I just hate my BF for being so nice!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-19197849121726847642010-06-04T23:31:00.000-07:002010-06-04T23:37:21.788-07:00Time to grow up!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 21px;">To you, whom I call my love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 21px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 21px;">There is a limit to how much I can tolerate your shit. I love you, but I love myself more. So clean up your act,suck it up, and grow up.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 21px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 21px;">or I'll walk away.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-1159048484148761782010-06-04T01:25:00.000-07:002010-06-04T01:25:52.700-07:00Golden Apples<div style="text-align: center;">People always judge me even though they don't know me well enough. No doubt I am surrounded by so called good people. People who never curse or swear or wear sexy clothes or drink or club etc....It is absurd to jump into conclusion that I am the rotten apple when I wear sexy clothes, and girls who dress up 'conventionally' are the golden apples. If you judge me by how I dress well I guess you are no better than me.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-22134499855769945632010-06-03T07:11:00.000-07:002010-06-03T07:43:08.901-07:00Enemies in Disguise<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Disclaimer: This is not a racist post!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Okay.. I admit that I am SPG. It stands for Sarong Party Girl if you don't know yet. It means Asian woman that prefers white guy. Still don't get it? Go and google. Well to me, it is a nicer way to call a girl 'slut'. I have this few friends who are anti-SPG. We love partying so I think they only need me to be their organizer. To arrange pick ups, send them back, invites guys etc.. I have a lot of local guy friends as well, through me they got to know more guys, get free drinks, etc.. I tried to be distanced but I guess they need me in college as well. So I'll shine on them.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">When I confront them, they said I misunderstood them. When I heard it once, they maybe right but NOT for 4 times!!!! Two faced friends ! I can't believe how foolish I am before to believe that we were true friends!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Well bitches I have something for you!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> If your going to be two faced, then at least make one of them pretty ;)</span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-54975906104882039892010-06-03T06:32:00.000-07:002010-06-03T07:42:53.261-07:00Just A Friend<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have this college friend who is kind and help you whenever you need it. She is also very generous, example, she wouldn't mind to pay for your meal once in a while, bought you expensive gifts considering she is still studying and all. But I really don't consider her my best friend nor my good friend only close friend, since I'm always with her. Sometimes I like her and sometimes I don't. And every time I feel like I don't like her is because she is very inconsiderate. She just simply say things without realizing that it hurts other people. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I tried to be patient. But at some point of time I reached my limit and eventually I blew up. She didn't even realize. Starting from that day onwards I talked exactly like her, without holding back. Make really annoying expression when she talked to me and I guess she got the hints. Now she is less outspoken but still occasionally annoying. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At least I didn't get high blood pressure too soon.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-48752103729749554312010-06-03T06:28:00.000-07:002010-06-03T06:30:08.363-07:00Ugly Boyfriend<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; ">Why do I think you're a slut?</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">You were too good to be a slut until you got together with him.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">I mean, come on, he's ugly.</span></div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-51609502249052111812010-06-02T06:59:00.000-07:002010-06-02T09:50:11.392-07:00Use the Correct Head<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:small;">If you think women are vagina that talks, think again with your head. But this time think with the head that actually have brain.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847948186065352215.post-45299038137102906972010-06-02T05:47:00.001-07:002010-06-02T09:41:19.078-07:00Angel Story<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Previously, I was in love with a guy I met through a friend. Well, at first we were just a normal friend. I knew very well since the beginning that he is in a relationship. But things weren't so great between them. He will call me every night either for a normal chit chat or to share his feelings. Eventually, I started to like him. He did too, according to him. We even went out few times, just the two of us. I really thought we had something going on so I asked him to break up with his GF. He say he will but before he make any decision he will confront his GF. If she is willing to change then they will stay together and I will always be his good friend.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Unfortunately I don't like the way he think. I gave him countless reasons to break up but he stayed firm with his " wait and see" decision. I got so angry. On the same week my house-mate got a new BF. She keep on telling everyone on how great her new BF is. Jokingly I asked her to introduce any of her BF's friend to me. But my friend took it seriously. So she set a double date for us few days later. Lets call the friend B. B was really serious about the double date. He wanted to know me more. We went out for few weeks. I don't really like B. He was very quiet, or maybe because I like the other guy. Few weeks later still no decision from him, when B asked me to be his GF, I agreed. All I wanted to do is to get back on the other guy. I know I'm very selfish but at that point everything else doesn't matter.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It had been 2 years plus now. And I still think my decision on getting back on the other guy was the best decision I've ever made. It turns out that B is a very sweet man :) And I fall in love with him on the second month we were together. As for the other guy, he got heart broken. He broke up with his GF few months after that and found a new GF. And I will be attending his wedding end of this year.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I guess angels do exist =)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1