It was a great girl time.
My girls and I, we drove to Orchard Road to do some shopping. Saw some plisht shoes in Gucci. Plisht, (PLEESHH) is a word my girls and I create , it's another word for pretty and in-style. I highlighted some blue to my hair. I look great. I went to the SPA for a massage. It's plishting relaxing. I feel so plisht.
My girls and I will create words, words only we can use. Bitches like us don't care, anyway. I saw Pete while eating in Cornwalls. (Its that the name?) He saw me. We talked for a while. I miss Pete. Pete Pete Pete. Regine still loves her Pete. He's mine. My Pete.
We went to Prada after that and got a cute shirt. I got the shirt. It cost SD 559.05!It's cheap right? It has lace and girly cutting. So plisht!I'm going to be the most plisht girl in town. I'm going to wear it to college and let the boys stare. :)
Got to Watsons after that. To get that Kawaii shampoo and face wash. Estelle boutique sells a lot of cheap and good clothes! I got a pencil skirt for SD78.80! It's so cheap! Got to LV later. Didn't buy anything. Next to LV is Armani. Got a biker jacket. So sexy!
Sorry, I was American. American chicks haven't got used to Singaporean places. I just came.:)
I bought a box of fake eyelashes from Shu. And eyelash glue, which stinks. I bought green eyeshadow to match my newly green eyes. I look like a Pussycat Doll. I'm Carmit. :)
Great day.
Hell of a good time.
Great girls.
Great places.
Plisht me.
Friday, May 30
Hell of time.
I followed YP to the bathroom. She cried. I can't do anything. But I am angry. YP was hurt by her boyfriend. They just broke up. They had it. It means sex. Sex means everything. Maybe nothing to a boy, but a lot to a girl. It's her first time. It's his third. Fucking idiot. What the hell? Why do you want to do this to her?! Marry her if you want. She won't accept. He fucked with two other girls. He doesn't care? What the fuck....? I should just write a letter to the Ministry of Health, Singapore. Maybe to the newspaper.
Title : Get your shits up!
Boys,
Just because you get to do this everytime...that does not mean you're cool. You have virginity too. Giving your all to the girl of your dreams isn't everything. It won't be everything until you marry her. Having sex with lots of girls does not make you the man. I know how it is like...so no questions ok? Using condoms won't help, boys. Just because you took a girl's virginity and not marry her, you think she can just forget about it?! You think breaking up with a girl who thinks you're her everything help? You are just plain monsters. All of you. Oh...And before I end my angry letter, should I let you know that AIDS is easily contracted and it cannot be cured?:) So , good luck boys. Condoms won't help. Think before you do it.
I feel so angry! Angry for myself. Angry for YP.Angry at HK. HK is YP's boyfriend. HK, want me to post ugly pictures and dirty details of you in my blog? Because I can! YP is so good, so kind...such a wonderful girl. And she , sorry YP, but I have to say it again. HK is not the man for you. He is nothing. He is just some plain hoobster. (My word...Hoobster means a boy who have sex with many girls and just get away.) HK, want me to write all the things about you? I can post your picture too and your full name. LHK. :) I'm so nice...
YP and HK got together for three years. Long for me. This year, they had it. It. After that, that bloody hell of the shit broke up with her. His reason?
"You are not good enough for me..."
YP is traditional. She's so pretty. So nice. So kind. So ...she's every boy's dream girl. HK? Plain , ugly, fucking shit hell of a boy. His not even grown up. So ugly. I'm sorry if I have said anything that hurt, but HK, you're a hell too much, don't you think?!
I made YP a little happy, by taking her to the bar. Drink. Drink. Drink. It's shocking to see YP drinking four glasses of whiskey. Ten small glasses of vodka. She could just die of overdose! YP never drank alcohol. (Ok, so she drank before. During occasions like weddings and everything. But not this. ) Can you imagine how poor and sad this girl is? Even her Prada wallet and Gucci shoes can't make her happy.
After drinking at the bar, and getting fully drunk, I took her back to my house. Where she vomitted everything and cried for hours. May Ean and I let her sleep on the main bedroom. Poor girl. I hate you, HK. You boys should just get lost and go home. Gigolos. Prostitutes. (ManProstitutes)
Just remember, HK, that you're on you're way to recieve this...
Congratulations, sex-pot, you just got the AIDS virus.:)
Have fun , HK!
Title : Get your shits up!
Boys,
Just because you get to do this everytime...that does not mean you're cool. You have virginity too. Giving your all to the girl of your dreams isn't everything. It won't be everything until you marry her. Having sex with lots of girls does not make you the man. I know how it is like...so no questions ok? Using condoms won't help, boys. Just because you took a girl's virginity and not marry her, you think she can just forget about it?! You think breaking up with a girl who thinks you're her everything help? You are just plain monsters. All of you. Oh...And before I end my angry letter, should I let you know that AIDS is easily contracted and it cannot be cured?:) So , good luck boys. Condoms won't help. Think before you do it.
I feel so angry! Angry for myself. Angry for YP.Angry at HK. HK is YP's boyfriend. HK, want me to post ugly pictures and dirty details of you in my blog? Because I can! YP is so good, so kind...such a wonderful girl. And she , sorry YP, but I have to say it again. HK is not the man for you. He is nothing. He is just some plain hoobster. (My word...Hoobster means a boy who have sex with many girls and just get away.) HK, want me to write all the things about you? I can post your picture too and your full name. LHK. :) I'm so nice...
YP and HK got together for three years. Long for me. This year, they had it. It. After that, that bloody hell of the shit broke up with her. His reason?
"You are not good enough for me..."
YP is traditional. She's so pretty. So nice. So kind. So ...she's every boy's dream girl. HK? Plain , ugly, fucking shit hell of a boy. His not even grown up. So ugly. I'm sorry if I have said anything that hurt, but HK, you're a hell too much, don't you think?!
I made YP a little happy, by taking her to the bar. Drink. Drink. Drink. It's shocking to see YP drinking four glasses of whiskey. Ten small glasses of vodka. She could just die of overdose! YP never drank alcohol. (Ok, so she drank before. During occasions like weddings and everything. But not this. ) Can you imagine how poor and sad this girl is? Even her Prada wallet and Gucci shoes can't make her happy.
After drinking at the bar, and getting fully drunk, I took her back to my house. Where she vomitted everything and cried for hours. May Ean and I let her sleep on the main bedroom. Poor girl. I hate you, HK. You boys should just get lost and go home. Gigolos. Prostitutes. (ManProstitutes)
Just remember, HK, that you're on you're way to recieve this...
Congratulations, sex-pot, you just got the AIDS virus.:)
Have fun , HK!
Thursday, May 29
I? Tough?
You think I'm tough? I'm not!
I'm not tough, I'm not weak. But I can stay strong. You think I just let go of you...just like that? Who do you think I am? Have you even thought of me crying, being mad about you? Have you? Just think about it, P. Have I been such a bad person ? You make my eyes swollen. How can you be so insensitive? We, breaking up, does not mean I, have moved on.
I don't want to blog about this anymore. You hurt.
Today, as usual. Went shopping. Not for fashion buys, but to forget the sadness. Him. Idiot. You. I bought a pair of green contact lenses. I think I will look like a cat. Mwww.. I dyed my blond hair black a few months ago. Just to match his. Shit. Him again. I bought a speggheti pink top. (Or is it pink speggheti top?My mind's disturbed.Ignore me.) I bought a coat. A brown-greyish (Greyish-brown) Fedora from Prada. And Yes. I did my favorite thing. Mamasita. Eat. Went to get some hamburgers and hot dogs. And Coke. I need to fill my empty stomach, and heart. I cut my hair short. It's sexy. I love it. Short hair is so in style right now, don't you just agree? I went to Topshop. Bought a shirt from Topman. I wear boy's clothes, because I think they're great. Big. Flowy. Nice. Went to Aero's and got myself, a pair of boyshorts. In pink. I hate pink. But I don't mind this time. For a price of SD50.90! Isn't it cheap?!
I'm not tough, I'm not weak. But I can stay strong. You think I just let go of you...just like that? Who do you think I am? Have you even thought of me crying, being mad about you? Have you? Just think about it, P. Have I been such a bad person ? You make my eyes swollen. How can you be so insensitive? We, breaking up, does not mean I, have moved on.
I don't want to blog about this anymore. You hurt.
Today, as usual. Went shopping. Not for fashion buys, but to forget the sadness. Him. Idiot. You. I bought a pair of green contact lenses. I think I will look like a cat. Mwww.. I dyed my blond hair black a few months ago. Just to match his. Shit. Him again. I bought a speggheti pink top. (Or is it pink speggheti top?My mind's disturbed.Ignore me.) I bought a coat. A brown-greyish (Greyish-brown) Fedora from Prada. And Yes. I did my favorite thing. Mamasita. Eat. Went to get some hamburgers and hot dogs. And Coke. I need to fill my empty stomach, and heart. I cut my hair short. It's sexy. I love it. Short hair is so in style right now, don't you just agree? I went to Topshop. Bought a shirt from Topman. I wear boy's clothes, because I think they're great. Big. Flowy. Nice. Went to Aero's and got myself, a pair of boyshorts. In pink. I hate pink. But I don't mind this time. For a price of SD50.90! Isn't it cheap?!
Monday, May 26
Darling
Touch my chest and hear my heart beat when I see you.
Darling;
It has been a while. I miss you. Please come back. I love you still. And I know you still do. I'm very sure we are the best couple ever. Why did you leave me? Come back. We were meant to be.
I remember clearly, when you first met me, few years ago. I was shopping with my girls. You and your boys. Things were crazy at the Deli's. You came over to my table out of a dare by one of your friends Jeri. You asked me, "What's your name?" and I reply "Who are you and why should you know lah?" You just shook your head and laugh. "Whatever." And gave me a piece of paper. Folded pink paper. That time, I thought you are a kay-lo, so I ignore you. You left to your group of boys. You look at me. I look at you. You know I'm hot. I know you are too.
My friends think you're cute. Remember Hie Shen? She thinks you look cute. I wanted to introduce the two of you, but she said I look better with you. She told me ,"Take him and don't turn back."
I went home, thinking when can I see you again. We're from different schools, and I know some day I will be with you. I opened the letter, that pink paper. You wrote, with those ugly handwriting of yours,I still love it.
Amoy,
Want to go yam cha some day? I love your cute smile and the way you talk. Meet me soon lah girl. You thought I wasn't going to give you or ask for your number right? Here's my number. Call me. xxx-xxx-xxxxx. I'd love to know you more, if you're single. My name's Pete. From xxx High School. See you soon lah ok?
Cute writing. I called you almost immediately. I remember how we started.
Regine : Hello?
Pete : Yeah?
Regine : I know it's un-ladylike for a girl to call a boy....but
Pete : (silent)
Regine : I met you in....
Pete : The Deli's, right?
Regine : You know it was me eh?
Pete : How could I not? At first I thought you are going to throw this away and say "Crazy Player!" but you called me instead.
Regine : So Pete
Pete : What's your name, please may I know?
You were desperate. For me. I was for you too.
Regine : Lola Regine Philips Ong. I'm Chinese-American. Moved from America to Singapore.
Pete : Whoa? Not from America to China? You said you're Chinese-American. Isn't Chinese from China?
Idiot.
Regine : Then what are you? A Bangladeshi, full Bangla?
Pete : I'm Singaporean-Chinese.
Regine : What? First from Singapore, then to China? Then back to Singapore again?
Our conversation was getting stupid.
Pete : You know it, Regine.
Regine : Right. So are you going to take me out?
Pete : the restuarant near Orchard Street. Will come and meet you there tomorrow.
Things soon come. Everything was great. I thought I was going to marry him. He was such a gentleman,such a good boy. I love him.ill
We broke up after two years being together. And I want to get back with him. He doesn't. I miss you, Darling. Can you come back? I'll change. I'll throw my bra-like tops and tubes just to be with you. I swear. And I'll come and dress like a real woman. Real woman. Where did that come from? We broke up because after a year and a half, I got influenced badly by this hot girl, Raggetta Davis. Raggetta is like some GRO in clubs. And I love her and want to be like her. So my dressing changed. And so is my attitude. I just realised. After my best friend Ella and Gillian told me. I dress better now. No wearing just bikinis and short shorts out again. I once wore this lace-up panties and a tube which just covers your breasts. And got stares from friends. They say I look like a GRO. I used to hate them for it. Now I agree and love my friends. They are so true.
And what happened to Raggetta you ask? I stayed friends with her. But we don't mix much. I almost lost my sanity and virginity because of her. She pushed me and some boy we met in the club to some hotel and we .....I don't want to remember. It was horrible. A disgrace to me. I feel shameful. And I feel like some prostitute with AIDS going around. But I'm not. I don't have AIDS. His penis didn't go in my vagina. Thankfully. And Pete, you're right. Maybe God exists. I hear so much from Harris, Apple and Levine. I shall come along with you.
Darling;
It has been a while. I miss you. Please come back. I love you still. And I know you still do. I'm very sure we are the best couple ever. Why did you leave me? Come back. We were meant to be.
I remember clearly, when you first met me, few years ago. I was shopping with my girls. You and your boys. Things were crazy at the Deli's. You came over to my table out of a dare by one of your friends Jeri. You asked me, "What's your name?" and I reply "Who are you and why should you know lah?" You just shook your head and laugh. "Whatever." And gave me a piece of paper. Folded pink paper. That time, I thought you are a kay-lo, so I ignore you. You left to your group of boys. You look at me. I look at you. You know I'm hot. I know you are too.
My friends think you're cute. Remember Hie Shen? She thinks you look cute. I wanted to introduce the two of you, but she said I look better with you. She told me ,"Take him and don't turn back."
I went home, thinking when can I see you again. We're from different schools, and I know some day I will be with you. I opened the letter, that pink paper. You wrote, with those ugly handwriting of yours,I still love it.
Amoy,
Want to go yam cha some day? I love your cute smile and the way you talk. Meet me soon lah girl. You thought I wasn't going to give you or ask for your number right? Here's my number. Call me. xxx-xxx-xxxxx. I'd love to know you more, if you're single. My name's Pete. From xxx High School. See you soon lah ok?
Cute writing. I called you almost immediately. I remember how we started.
Regine : Hello?
Pete : Yeah?
Regine : I know it's un-ladylike for a girl to call a boy....but
Pete : (silent)
Regine : I met you in....
Pete : The Deli's, right?
Regine : You know it was me eh?
Pete : How could I not? At first I thought you are going to throw this away and say "Crazy Player!" but you called me instead.
Regine : So Pete
Pete : What's your name, please may I know?
You were desperate. For me. I was for you too.
Regine : Lola Regine Philips Ong. I'm Chinese-American. Moved from America to Singapore.
Pete : Whoa? Not from America to China? You said you're Chinese-American. Isn't Chinese from China?
Idiot.
Regine : Then what are you? A Bangladeshi, full Bangla?
Pete : I'm Singaporean-Chinese.
Regine : What? First from Singapore, then to China? Then back to Singapore again?
Our conversation was getting stupid.
Pete : You know it, Regine.
Regine : Right. So are you going to take me out?
Pete : the restuarant near Orchard Street. Will come and meet you there tomorrow.
Things soon come. Everything was great. I thought I was going to marry him. He was such a gentleman,such a good boy. I love him.ill
We broke up after two years being together. And I want to get back with him. He doesn't. I miss you, Darling. Can you come back? I'll change. I'll throw my bra-like tops and tubes just to be with you. I swear. And I'll come and dress like a real woman. Real woman. Where did that come from? We broke up because after a year and a half, I got influenced badly by this hot girl, Raggetta Davis. Raggetta is like some GRO in clubs. And I love her and want to be like her. So my dressing changed. And so is my attitude. I just realised. After my best friend Ella and Gillian told me. I dress better now. No wearing just bikinis and short shorts out again. I once wore this lace-up panties and a tube which just covers your breasts. And got stares from friends. They say I look like a GRO. I used to hate them for it. Now I agree and love my friends. They are so true.
And what happened to Raggetta you ask? I stayed friends with her. But we don't mix much. I almost lost my sanity and virginity because of her. She pushed me and some boy we met in the club to some hotel and we .....I don't want to remember. It was horrible. A disgrace to me. I feel shameful. And I feel like some prostitute with AIDS going around. But I'm not. I don't have AIDS. His penis didn't go in my vagina. Thankfully. And Pete, you're right. Maybe God exists. I hear so much from Harris, Apple and Levine. I shall come along with you.
Sunday, May 25
Skinny isn't everything
Yes, you're seeing it right.
Skinny isn't all. That's what I think. One of my girls , Ella and I, went to eat at a steak house just now. And look at Ell! She ordered a decaf coffee with a rib steak , without the fatty oily meat. What? Ell? Steaks are supposed to be like that? Her reason?
"BECAUSE I'M GETTING FATTER AND FATTER EACH DAY! LOOK AT ME!"
I look at her. Skinny. Too skinny. Like a skinny, unfed puppy. That's how skinny Ella Won is. And she call herself FAT?! What is wrong with some girls these days? Even I, I love my body. I have curves. I am a bit fatter than Ella. I'm not even fat, but if you want to compare us both, I'm curvier and more meat. And this little pretty lady calls herself fat? Then what am I? Over weight?!
I'm eating like a pig now adays and I just don't care. HAH! And she eats like there's a war or something. It's like the world is going to end. Girls reading my blog, eat more! Curves are sexy. Skinny isn't everything. I love curves. Do you want to be as skinny as Nicole Richie? Or Lindsay Lohan? Be like me. Curvy. Sexy. Now I know why Pete broke up with me. I love myself more than I love him. Shit. Pete again. When all I want to talk about now are skinny girls.
Don't believe the models. Janice Dickinson should just get a break. Carrie, my other girl, told me she couldn't help being skinny. It's her nature. Poor thing. Metabolism I guess. But skinny girls, be proud. I'm not insulting you. I'm just insulting those who are already skinny and want to get skinnier. Yes, you Ella. Stop dieting and start eating! I don't want to see my favo girl pal getting too skinny. Stay as you are. Or gain curves.
Went to Topshop to view some bikinis. Love the black one. And Victoria's collection sells good stuff. Vissee dared me to go into the sex shop and get condoms. I dare, of course. And I bought. Ella dare not follow me in. I even took pictures with it. The shop man thinks I'm mad. Love shop, it is.
Gave those rubber things to Vissee. All I got back was shock. She look at me with big eyes and "Regine! Crazy girl. Why did you?"
"I accept your crazy dare, right?"
I feel wild at that time. The things sold in the shop are..I don't know. I never had sex before. Why know anyway? But I was naked with a boy before. Drunk. I checked and I'm still virgin. Proud girl I am. I swear I won't do such wild and unbehaviourable things again. Thankfully I don't know that boy. If not. I'll have to wear a mask. But he saw me. My breasts. I had my nipple pierced so it's alright. At last, someone saw my piercing. I had it on my left. I don't want to do it anymore. My friend Eileen's sister did two of her breasts. And got breast cancer. Something happened. Poor girl.
Skinny isn't all. That's what I think. One of my girls , Ella and I, went to eat at a steak house just now. And look at Ell! She ordered a decaf coffee with a rib steak , without the fatty oily meat. What? Ell? Steaks are supposed to be like that? Her reason?
"BECAUSE I'M GETTING FATTER AND FATTER EACH DAY! LOOK AT ME!"
I look at her. Skinny. Too skinny. Like a skinny, unfed puppy. That's how skinny Ella Won is. And she call herself FAT?! What is wrong with some girls these days? Even I, I love my body. I have curves. I am a bit fatter than Ella. I'm not even fat, but if you want to compare us both, I'm curvier and more meat. And this little pretty lady calls herself fat? Then what am I? Over weight?!
I'm eating like a pig now adays and I just don't care. HAH! And she eats like there's a war or something. It's like the world is going to end. Girls reading my blog, eat more! Curves are sexy. Skinny isn't everything. I love curves. Do you want to be as skinny as Nicole Richie? Or Lindsay Lohan? Be like me. Curvy. Sexy. Now I know why Pete broke up with me. I love myself more than I love him. Shit. Pete again. When all I want to talk about now are skinny girls.
Don't believe the models. Janice Dickinson should just get a break. Carrie, my other girl, told me she couldn't help being skinny. It's her nature. Poor thing. Metabolism I guess. But skinny girls, be proud. I'm not insulting you. I'm just insulting those who are already skinny and want to get skinnier. Yes, you Ella. Stop dieting and start eating! I don't want to see my favo girl pal getting too skinny. Stay as you are. Or gain curves.
Went to Topshop to view some bikinis. Love the black one. And Victoria's collection sells good stuff. Vissee dared me to go into the sex shop and get condoms. I dare, of course. And I bought. Ella dare not follow me in. I even took pictures with it. The shop man thinks I'm mad. Love shop, it is.
Gave those rubber things to Vissee. All I got back was shock. She look at me with big eyes and "Regine! Crazy girl. Why did you?"
"I accept your crazy dare, right?"
I feel wild at that time. The things sold in the shop are..I don't know. I never had sex before. Why know anyway? But I was naked with a boy before. Drunk. I checked and I'm still virgin. Proud girl I am. I swear I won't do such wild and unbehaviourable things again. Thankfully I don't know that boy. If not. I'll have to wear a mask. But he saw me. My breasts. I had my nipple pierced so it's alright. At last, someone saw my piercing. I had it on my left. I don't want to do it anymore. My friend Eileen's sister did two of her breasts. And got breast cancer. Something happened. Poor girl.
That habit.
I don't smoke.
I don't simply go around fucking people.
Ok, I did. But just the clothes down. The hole is still covered.
I hate nasty bitches. Ones who dress sexily just to get attention. Yes. I'm like one. But I tried to change. On progress.
Yes. Horny Regine wants a change in her life. Any help?
Ok, here's why Regine wants a change. Me Regine.
The real reason why Pete broke up with me is because he couldn't see himself marrying me. He said I dress like a prostitute hunting for men. And I agree actually. I mean, which boy wants his girlfriend to dress low, or sexy? If that boy does, or encourages you, he's not giving you any respect. That's what I learnt. I had this crazy, psycho ex. He kept on asking me to dress in mini skirts, as in panty mini skirts so that he could touch me. I felt uncomfortable, but I love him at that time, so what can I do? He also asks me to dress in tubes, which shows my stomach, and bras out. That's why I had belly piercing. And it hurt.
In front of my momma, I dress decent. She doesn't know how I'm like. The alcohol drinker. Man eater. If she does, I'm dead. She'll get hurt. Her pretty, cute daughter has changed into some drunk, sexy dancer. Who would want that? I just do this for attention. I love Pete. He was the only man who asked me to save it till marriage. You see, Pete's Christian. He's commited. I'm not. I touch boys. But I must stop. I'm a lady now. Not Paris Hilton.
You people who read my blog don't get me wrong. I'm not a girl who's that bad actually. I don't really club. I just go to bars and drink. And meet men. That's why Pete hates it. I actually admit cheating to him. I got drunk, I met this guy, then I guess you know what happened. Hotel. Clothes. Wake up. Ran away. You should know.
I know I'm old enough to think for myself. I'm not young anymore. I should dress properly. Not low. Rape starts from there. And I know it. Experience.
So darlings. I may be crazy, but I want a change. Suggestions? I love my Petey Pete. Pete! I love you, still.
I don't simply go around fucking people.
Ok, I did. But just the clothes down. The hole is still covered.
I hate nasty bitches. Ones who dress sexily just to get attention. Yes. I'm like one. But I tried to change. On progress.
Yes. Horny Regine wants a change in her life. Any help?
Ok, here's why Regine wants a change. Me Regine.
The real reason why Pete broke up with me is because he couldn't see himself marrying me. He said I dress like a prostitute hunting for men. And I agree actually. I mean, which boy wants his girlfriend to dress low, or sexy? If that boy does, or encourages you, he's not giving you any respect. That's what I learnt. I had this crazy, psycho ex. He kept on asking me to dress in mini skirts, as in panty mini skirts so that he could touch me. I felt uncomfortable, but I love him at that time, so what can I do? He also asks me to dress in tubes, which shows my stomach, and bras out. That's why I had belly piercing. And it hurt.
In front of my momma, I dress decent. She doesn't know how I'm like. The alcohol drinker. Man eater. If she does, I'm dead. She'll get hurt. Her pretty, cute daughter has changed into some drunk, sexy dancer. Who would want that? I just do this for attention. I love Pete. He was the only man who asked me to save it till marriage. You see, Pete's Christian. He's commited. I'm not. I touch boys. But I must stop. I'm a lady now. Not Paris Hilton.
You people who read my blog don't get me wrong. I'm not a girl who's that bad actually. I don't really club. I just go to bars and drink. And meet men. That's why Pete hates it. I actually admit cheating to him. I got drunk, I met this guy, then I guess you know what happened. Hotel. Clothes. Wake up. Ran away. You should know.
I know I'm old enough to think for myself. I'm not young anymore. I should dress properly. Not low. Rape starts from there. And I know it. Experience.
So darlings. I may be crazy, but I want a change. Suggestions? I love my Petey Pete. Pete! I love you, still.
Stop IT!
Excuse me, are you just into drugs, or crab? I was feeling hungry so I cooked up a meal. A whole load, darling. If you must know. My momma gave me this recipe. Porridge. Whatever. I'll just cook it for lunch then. Living on my own have been weirder. I am the Queen, trust me. Prada Queen. I don't cook, because this habit is for housewives. I'm a lady, single, sexy, available. Not a married, yet pretty housewife! People I know call me a bitch. I thank my dressing for it. Sexy sexy sexy. I like to look like a sex-siren. So I wear a little. So what? I like my reputation going down. Joking! But yes, because of my lower than low dressing, I've gain bad impressions from people. I mean, I'm an American Chick. A hot one. You can't blame me? But behind my dressing, you'll see a good heart. That's why boys come to me like bees to honey. They just couldn't stand me. I'm too hot, for them. But I don't get it why girls give me weird stares, and so are those boys. Only certain boys would want me. To touch me. I've been called names like "Bitch" ,"Wannabe" and the worse? "Prostitute". People think I want to be like Britney. Or Paris. I shake my head when dancing. Too much alcohol. They say being drunk can kill your brain cells. But I don't care. Being drunk lets me go loose. Sexily loose.
The other day, I met this social wannabe. She's into everything. It's scary. When I told her I disco, she wants to try too. Yeah, and what? Lose her virgin next? And then, get that bad name? Discos are bad, seriously. It's like smoking. Once you go, you will not stop going. That's what happened to me. I go to get touched. Yes, I admit. I'm this crazy dirty-minded chick. Who thinks she's hot. Who's slept with people. Fuck.
Damn I'm hot. But hell no. I don't promote myself through blogs. I've had my reputation gone. I want to mend it. I need a theraphist. Not to sleep with him, but to listen to him.
The other day, I met this social wannabe. She's into everything. It's scary. When I told her I disco, she wants to try too. Yeah, and what? Lose her virgin next? And then, get that bad name? Discos are bad, seriously. It's like smoking. Once you go, you will not stop going. That's what happened to me. I go to get touched. Yes, I admit. I'm this crazy dirty-minded chick. Who thinks she's hot. Who's slept with people. Fuck.
Damn I'm hot. But hell no. I don't promote myself through blogs. I've had my reputation gone. I want to mend it. I need a theraphist. Not to sleep with him, but to listen to him.
Saturday, May 24
Feeling Pinky.
I just saw the most sexy innerpiece in Robinson's. I was into buying it.Pictures to be shown later.
Thursday, May 22
Idiot.
You know what happened the other day? My damn ex called. Here's the convo :
Ex (Let's just call him Idiot ok?) : Gine.
Me : Oh Pete! Why are you calling?
Idiot : Can't I call?
Me : Can't you talk properly?
Idiot : I knew it. Regine, just grow up. You can't seem to change yourself. Stop behaving like some jealous Ex-Girlfriend.
Me : WHAT?!Hell, no. You were the one who called, so I asked why are you calling. What's wrong with you, for goodness sake?
Idiot : What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?
Me : OK. Just settle it. You call me to say how much you love me and how happy you would be to get back with me right?
Idiot : Wrong.
Me : EUGGHH!!That's it Pete! I give up. It's no use.
Talk about unwanted drama. I miss Pete. Pete Lim. My ex. My Stupid Ex. We were together for three years. He's a year older. Sad thing is...we already planned our wedding! Garden one, with flowers and all sorts of pink things. I hate pink. But for the wedding's sake, I'll have to pass.
And he called me CHILDISH?!What? Momma's BOY is calling his sexy ex-girlfriend CHILDISH?!I need a drink. A stupid jug of beer will do. Alcohol works. :)
I know you might see me as Paris Hilton : vain, obnoxious, crazy, attention-crazy, demanding and a spoiled young lady. Oh, and someone who parties from nine to five. I do party. But I don't do drugs.
Pete and I broke up because of our constant fights and stupidity. Don't blame me, he's the stupid one. He said I demand publicity. Right. If I do, why am I not in the Daily Newspaper yet?
I just saw this movie with my friend. A french one. Lots of cursing and fights. And talk-behind-the-back things. It's crazy I know I am like, some party-animal. But I hate backstabbing. Why? Let me tell you the story. Her name is..let's just call her Hag ok?
Hag said mean things behind my back after my break up with Pete. She said I cheated on Pete and Pete is a "POOR LITTLE THING WHO DESERVED MORE LOVE." I didn't cheat on Pete!! I'm close with this boy, Klien. So what? I know you like Pete, you evil f...! So just SHUT UP will you? Get your ass off my ex.
Hag is pretty. Pretty stupid. Pretty bitchy. She backstabbed me, saying untrue things about me. Making me feel shameful. She said I'm a diehard party animal. So who was the one I saw kissing some stupid pig in Flow? And who danced the whole night shaking her ugly little butt?! I may be drunk, but I see things. Now YOU tell me. And let me give you a bit details. Kissing like no one's there. It was disgusting. So Hag, kiss my ass and I'll kiss yours. Just remember that what goes comes back. Like Justin's song. You'll be Britney will you?
So ladies. And gents. If you would love to mess with somebody's business, just make this mental note that you won't leave just like that. I am being morallised for once but I don't care. Just shut your mouth and don't spread rumors about people if you don't want to get it back.
I'm saying it because I have faced it. Partying is fun. Backstabbing is not. Just watch Emmerdale's. You'll know what I mean. And watch Paris. Poor girl.
Ex (Let's just call him Idiot ok?) : Gine.
Me : Oh Pete! Why are you calling?
Idiot : Can't I call?
Me : Can't you talk properly?
Idiot : I knew it. Regine, just grow up. You can't seem to change yourself. Stop behaving like some jealous Ex-Girlfriend.
Me : WHAT?!Hell, no. You were the one who called, so I asked why are you calling. What's wrong with you, for goodness sake?
Idiot : What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?
Me : OK. Just settle it. You call me to say how much you love me and how happy you would be to get back with me right?
Idiot : Wrong.
Me : EUGGHH!!That's it Pete! I give up. It's no use.
Talk about unwanted drama. I miss Pete. Pete Lim. My ex. My Stupid Ex. We were together for three years. He's a year older. Sad thing is...we already planned our wedding! Garden one, with flowers and all sorts of pink things. I hate pink. But for the wedding's sake, I'll have to pass.
And he called me CHILDISH?!What? Momma's BOY is calling his sexy ex-girlfriend CHILDISH?!I need a drink. A stupid jug of beer will do. Alcohol works. :)
I know you might see me as Paris Hilton : vain, obnoxious, crazy, attention-crazy, demanding and a spoiled young lady. Oh, and someone who parties from nine to five. I do party. But I don't do drugs.
Pete and I broke up because of our constant fights and stupidity. Don't blame me, he's the stupid one. He said I demand publicity. Right. If I do, why am I not in the Daily Newspaper yet?
I just saw this movie with my friend. A french one. Lots of cursing and fights. And talk-behind-the-back things. It's crazy I know I am like, some party-animal. But I hate backstabbing. Why? Let me tell you the story. Her name is..let's just call her Hag ok?
Hag said mean things behind my back after my break up with Pete. She said I cheated on Pete and Pete is a "POOR LITTLE THING WHO DESERVED MORE LOVE." I didn't cheat on Pete!! I'm close with this boy, Klien. So what? I know you like Pete, you evil f...! So just SHUT UP will you? Get your ass off my ex.
Hag is pretty. Pretty stupid. Pretty bitchy. She backstabbed me, saying untrue things about me. Making me feel shameful. She said I'm a diehard party animal. So who was the one I saw kissing some stupid pig in Flow? And who danced the whole night shaking her ugly little butt?! I may be drunk, but I see things. Now YOU tell me. And let me give you a bit details. Kissing like no one's there. It was disgusting. So Hag, kiss my ass and I'll kiss yours. Just remember that what goes comes back. Like Justin's song. You'll be Britney will you?
So ladies. And gents. If you would love to mess with somebody's business, just make this mental note that you won't leave just like that. I am being morallised for once but I don't care. Just shut your mouth and don't spread rumors about people if you don't want to get it back.
I'm saying it because I have faced it. Partying is fun. Backstabbing is not. Just watch Emmerdale's. You'll know what I mean. And watch Paris. Poor girl.
Wednesday, May 21
Regine's here!
Holla!!
Or what can I say now..Hello?
I'm Lola Regine Philips Ong. I'm 19 years old. I am an American-Chinese. Living in Singapore at the moment. (I typed Malaysia as my location. For fun.)
Here are some questions you may ask me :
1. Regine, so why now? Why this blog now?
Me : Oh, I'm too bored. So i guess it's my time for this kind of things. You will never imagine how bored I was after my business admin. exam the other day.
2. Would you love it when people read your blog?
Me : Oooo I'd love to! I love attention. joking!
3. Are you single?
Me : No, I'm married with two kids. Now I'm cheating behind my husband's back. I went out with a guy I met in the internet dating site. BELIEVE ME?!
The truth is I'm still single, yes. I just broke up with him. My current boyfriend. It's sad I know. The pain is still inside me...for I love him so so so much. Darling why must you leave?!
Alright, that's about Regine; me. The crazy girl who loves her crazy ex.
Or what can I say now..Hello?
I'm Lola Regine Philips Ong. I'm 19 years old. I am an American-Chinese. Living in Singapore at the moment. (I typed Malaysia as my location. For fun.)
Here are some questions you may ask me :
1. Regine, so why now? Why this blog now?
Me : Oh, I'm too bored. So i guess it's my time for this kind of things. You will never imagine how bored I was after my business admin. exam the other day.
2. Would you love it when people read your blog?
Me : Oooo I'd love to! I love attention. joking!
3. Are you single?
Me : No, I'm married with two kids. Now I'm cheating behind my husband's back. I went out with a guy I met in the internet dating site. BELIEVE ME?!
The truth is I'm still single, yes. I just broke up with him. My current boyfriend. It's sad I know. The pain is still inside me...for I love him so so so much. Darling why must you leave?!
Alright, that's about Regine; me. The crazy girl who loves her crazy ex.
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