"trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother-fucker's reflection."
you can let the sun in

Six billion of us walking the planet.
Six billion smaller worlds on the bigger one.
Shoe salesmen and short-order cooks who look boring from the outside
- some have weirder lives than you.
Six billion stories, every one an epic,
full of tragedy and triumph,
good and evil,
despair and hope.
You and me - we aren’t so special, bro.

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    Tuesday, November 28, 2006, 11/28/2006 08:55:00 PM

    The Priss
    Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf)

    Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss.

    Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy.

    These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.

    Your exact opposite:
    The Playstation

    Random Gentle Sex Master
    You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing.


    ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy

    CONSIDER: The Manchild




    Friday, November 24, 2006, 11/24/2006 11:44:00 AM

    hello, the whole world knows that i love my parents. that's why i am goin to bangkok with them to spend some quality time before my work sucks me in.

    in fact i am in the airport right now. looking at travellers, looking at shops, duty free shops. parents takin photo with christmas ornaments in the airport. -.-"

    i love my parents really.

    it's just the nagging i can't stand.

    but i will try my best to suck it in. after all, that's what i do best isn't it.

    jason is such a twit by under-estimating me. yes. that agency guy.

    knnccb.

    btw. i hope to achieve wonderful photos like what dionnie has achieved. i hope to take photos of more trans, more sex and more dirt.

    btw the airport's keyboard has lost most of its alphabets.

    world standard. i am sure.

    i would want to drink tom yam soup everyday. bye




    Sunday, November 19, 2006, 11/19/2006 10:47:00 PM

    besides being hungry, lack of sleep also makes a man angry and pissy and cranky and irritating and annoying and grouchy.

    wow. sounds like a man is having pms.

    anyway i'm so tired, so busy, so tired that all i want to do is sleep all day. but somehow i just had to come online and tell my little world my little story. and bitch bout the world in general come tomorrow morning.

    clubbing is so over. i don't like clubbing anymore, it's so boring. you get past bouncers, drink, see people, dance, drink, smoke, see people. it's a mundane cycle. i wish i like sour grapes but really i don't. i don't even like zouk that much, so i don't know what's the big zouk-out deal is.

    but then again, i might eat my words so i should shut the hell up here.

    you know we hainanese has this famous food, besides chicken rice, called scissors cut curry rice. where we use scissors to cut everything for the food, except rice -_-
    ok so my dad likes to eat and each time he talks bout it, he'll say SCISSORS SISTERS curry rice. i'm so tempted to tell him that SCISSORS SISTERS is a name of a band which is great by the way and also a lesbian sex position.

    but. do u think i'll tell. nah.

    i just wait for other people to tell him. :)

    i had a dream last night, i was at this football game and i met this man who's like thirty-ish and we sorta got attracted to each other. (btw, i'm so bloody screwed by the age) anyway. we talked and decided to hang later. so i went out of the stadium to wait for him. and suddenly this butch who dressed like the man i was attracted to came out and said hey let's go. i'm like wtf. ur not a man, ur a huge woman with boobs pretending to be like a man. ok sidetrack: the man not that big, the woman big.
    And she/he proceeded to kiss me. i'm like wtf and i went nooooooooooooooooooooooooo, i dont care ur a man inside but as long as ur woman outside, i'll flip and die before i let u do anything to me. unless ur a stylist, doctor or hairstylist. then i woke up with utter grateful-ness that i don't have to deal with homosexuality.

    sorry, saying it that it's a dream is over-rated. it's a nightmare.

    in this industry, the lines of sexuality are blurred.

    fuckin scary.

    oh well, at least i know where my line lies.

    something very amusing happened on friday. in fact, i was so amused by it i kept grinning to myself all weekend, aboslutely like an idiot. amused by the person, not the incident. very very amused.

    the army could use my eyebags as sandbags. heavy duty shit.




    Thursday, November 16, 2006, 11/16/2006 01:16:00 AM

    7 seems to be the "in" number nowadays, u think.

    7% GST.

    007.

    er, that's bout it i guess.



    i deduced that the new bond actor, daniel craig should not smile. it will make him look bit spastic. he so fit the oh i'm so dark and brooding type, in fact i thought he makes the previous bond actor pierce brosnan look bit sissy. he's very man, and oh so man.

    sidetrack : i am attracted to man man guys.

    i read somewhere that for this installment of ian fleming's bond movies, they wanted to keep this more real which loosely translate more fight/fist scenes less CGI and whatever crap. hell, they even cut the love making scene. In fact now that i'm recalling, i seemed to be seeing more of the bond actor's body rather than his leading ladies. hmmm.but his body is hot.

    i don't understand the first 2 mins of the movie. the first 10 mins though, involved so much running that i was compelled to run myself. good ah, they incoporated free style running. i thought the soundtrack was good too. at least for the opening song.

    this show is about money and gambling, aptly named "casino royale" it's bout this banker(bleeding eye literally) who works with the bad people of the world, then use the client's money to gamble by betting a ridiculous amount like $12 million on poker. then it was good vs evil as in bond wanted to win so as to stop the bad guy from taking all the money and returned to the rightful clients. His woman/accountant got involved by bartering money and life altogether. eh then and more la.. u need to see and understand.

    but this movie made me upgrade my sony ericsson phone and learn how to fight.

    i would say this is a refreshing movie in terms of the actors, the perspective and the expectation. just leave the last one at the door, u never know.

    signing off now,
    my name is.
    choo, jasmine choo.




    Tuesday, November 14, 2006, 11/14/2006 07:01:00 PM

    hello,

    the GST has increased 2% more, making a wonderful number of 7%.

    yep, mother-effing 7%.

    no more tips ever.

    you know what else needs increasing?

    my mother-effing pay.

    knnccb.




    Monday, November 13, 2006, 11/13/2006 12:53:00 AM

    ON BEING TWENTY - SOMETHING
    They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
    It is when you stop going along with the crowd
    and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like.
    You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two,
    but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
    You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so
    close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met,
    and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.
    What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or
    insincere, but that they are as confused as you. You look at your job... and it is not even close to
    what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that
    you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
    Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than
    usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are
    constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't.
    One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of
    your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the
    past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away,
    and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
    You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed
    and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better.
    Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because
    you know that you aren't a bad person.
    One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap.
    Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.
    You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.
    You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would
    be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
    What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our
    worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

    absolutely absolutely true.

    credits that i had to give to: princess joodiva :)




    11/13/2006 12:21:00 AM

    Ten Top Trivia Tips about Jasmine!

    1. Only twelve people have ever set foot on Jasmine!
    2. If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about Jasmine.
    3. Most bottles and jars contain at least twenty-five percent recycled Jasmine!
    4. In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, Jasmine is the victim.
    5. Jasmine has a bifurcated penis!
    6. All gondolas in Venice must be painted black unless they belong to Jasmine!
    7. According to the story, Pinocchio was made of Jasmine!
    8. Cats use their Jasmine to test whether a space is large enough for them to fit through.
    9. There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of Jasmine orbiting the Earth.
    10. Worldwide, Jasmine is the most important natural enemy of night-flying insects.
    I am interested in - do tell me about


    o'really.

    each time i see a snail in the middle of the path, i get tempted to pick it up and help to guide in the right direction. the problem is should i go left or right?

    no one can help me curb my enthusiasm for retail therapy. and i like.

    kthnxbai (ok thanks bye).




    Friday, November 10, 2006, 11/10/2006 01:08:00 AM

    u know, j-a-s-m-i-n-e is the first word that i typed when i first touched a keyboard.

    hello and here i am updating again when i know i should be asleep but i just got back not long ago so what the hell might as well right.

    shout-outs:
    1. jing sorry to hear bout your phone, i hope you'll find it. ok, a bit impossible but still. i understand your anger, was once a victim of a stolen phone. -hugs-
    2. gab have fun ok, just absolutely let yourself go and sit on the highest roller coaster u can find.
    3. mel have fun too ok. just rest and let yourself go. u so deserved it.

    the following paragraphs gonna escalate towards narcisscism but seriously do you think i care.

    i got praised. my boss boss gave one, my artiste gave one and my other nice colleague gave one.
    the whole time, i was like "beam me up" higher higher. it was quite an ego booster i must say and i kept smiling like an idiot.

    tonight was the front party and i was chaperoning 7 artistes along and one of them was a recipient for her work in the arts scene. it's so nice to see your work being published for everybody to see, her work, my coordination. i had to make sure that when her part was being published, nothing will go wrong. so proud.

    just watch FRONT on monday, 13 nov 2006 at 9.30pm <--------- FREE PUBLICITY

    in this line, everybody makes use of one another. shallow world but shallower industry.

    not that i'm complaining.

    anyway it was my first time to chaperon so many artistes at one go, i was freaking out inside and i could feel my tension vibrating. i felt i was tryin my best to be less kan cheong. however, if i ever hear "relac leh, dont be so kan cheong" i'll probably rip his/her head off. i mean trying to coordinate so many of them at one go and making sure they are ok and yet be presentable for the camera and the media and liasing with the client, it was that hard to relax.

    like my erected flower friend will say, we are all like ducks. and i will quack as a yes.

    anyway i got praised at, hehehehehehehehehehehheehheehehe. cus people saw my effort on tryin to be the best i can be. and my attitude towards work. damn good. people noticed i mean they noticed leh. cus as i repeat, i like my job. aye.. they appreciated it. BUT BUT BUT. as i always will remember, i work in the entertainment line. how real can it get. but. my head and ego will remain intact. absolutely.

    i have such a major bitch/fucker/cunt for a colleague that i am going to go the temple and beat small people. :)

    btw, what's the point of air kisses. basically you are just cheek to cheek and tryin to purse lips at the same time. it's abit. er. er. ya.

    oh oh oh oh i saw mr ex fireman. hehehehehehehehehhehehehehehe. and i said hi and we talked for a while. and my stomach did flip hehehehehhehehehehe. but he didnt reply my friendster message leh. -_-.

    the phrase of the night "your boss should feel very lucky to have you"

    beam me up front. ok monday 9.30pm watch arts central ok.




    Wednesday, November 08, 2006, 11/08/2006 03:13:00 PM

    do not doubt my sexuality. ever.

    i am so straight like a thin ramrod line.

    u see, i just attended my first gay (read = not happy) party last night. which means a female gay, which means lesbian party.

    -waits for gasps to finish-

    ok, anyway my company organized la so i went to check it out. i went there as a guest which meant i was able to drink anything i want and put it on my company's tab. but. i didn't drink at all, i was bloated like a fucking blimp due to my unarriving period which yes fyi.

    i went there as an observant, to learn to absorb. wait. sorry, there's nothing to learn and absorb. i went there to GAWK and look look see see. i think i got O-Ded on females, you can only be around with THAT MUCH females. some butches let me to have double takes on them, making sure that they are females. but they seemed so MALE. like so MALE. tsk tsk. imagine the tape they use.

    some females were very pretty, very sexy, very hot. but sorry, i still want to bed scarlett johannsson. if i am a guy. U KNOW!! i got stared at, i saw some looking at me intensely and i got freaked out. i am not even bragging, for the love of male. as much as i would love to get hit on, but seriously no thanks.

    so i was there, inhaling all the second hand smoke i could. watching, observing. oh ya i'd be required to work there as door bitch if there are not enough people. i pray the day won't come.

    not much of action as much as i wanted to catch cus i left early at 11.30pm, i had an event at 8.30am today. u know, i could have just soaked myself in smoke. but as always i ask myself, if i were to choose between BODY ODOUR and 2nd hand smoke. i prefer the latter.

    oh right, i'm sendin myself to death fast.

    anyway they had this girl band called OVERDRIVE which was cool and rockin. they had candy floss stand cus the theme for yesterday's night was pink. like oh pink party. gay. -_-" sorry. pun intended. anyway it opened my eyes to a new world. wanna be males, hot females, straight but wavering to the curve females, unsure of your own sexuality females, new gay females(?!), i dont think i see it all yet.

    as my big boss says " dont worry, it's just like any other normal party"

    right.