:: C'est La Vie ::
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C'est Moi

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About Me

I am Isabel. Welcome to my blog. This place is a collection of my experiences.

Born in Sgp in Oct 1986.

Loves:
- Life
- My family
- P3
- Guy
- Crazy Elephant, Clarke Quay & Erdinger
- Sexy scents (If you smell sexy, stay away, I might just eat you up!)
- Good lookers (They always make my day *wink*)
- Chilling out with JCW
- Dresses (2008 new craze for me!)
- Fags
- YOUTUBE et WMM
- ADDIDAS, COACH, CHANEL et GUCCI

Hates:
- Princesses (Big bullies when I am nice to you!)
- Control Freaks (It is my life, not yours, back off!)
- Racist pigs (Love the world because we are different. *winks*)
- Being bored
- Being broke


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Friday, August 11, 2006 6:27 PM



- SILENCE -

I learnt the art of silence today. For the first time in my life. I mantained pure silence throughout the whole day.

That bitch.


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Tuesday, August 08, 2006 10:13 PM


Happy 41st birthday, Singapore!


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- F -

I need a direction in life.

- I keep accepting bookings that I know will be cancelled anyway. And the worse is I have to do all those stupid visa applications. Waste of time but challenging.

- I need to stop spending all those money. My bank account balance is going zei-ho soon (French for ZERO)

- I need to clean up my room.

- I want to get over this month with the f***ing snowballs cleared.

I need this direction soon! SOON!

UN, DEUX, TROIS! AU REVOIR.


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Tuesday, August 01, 2006 11:02 PM



- AH SOH'S DEATH -

The pantry lady passed away on Sunday. Actually it was known that she fell and hit her head. However today I learnt the truth. Her daughter had stolen her savings of SGD$50,000 and she jumped to her death from the 13th floor.

When I first heard her death, tears just welled up and could not stop. Even as I type this now, the impulse to cry still remains. People might remember for her constant nagging in Cantonese but to me, she was just an old lady who just needed some attention. I remember helping her to carry some rubbish to the dumping area and she was so appreciative. She had wanted to make coffee for me. To think about it, I should have said yes because I never knew that would be the last time I would ever taste her handmade coffee, for me.

In mourning.


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