and this is the way my life is, bitch.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

http://bloodstainedpetals.blogspot.com IS NO LONGER IN USE.

This blog was meant for my very own rantings, humour and personal perspectives and expressions of thoughts and feelings.

However, some STUPID, IMMATURE PIECES OF SHIT had to kill my enthusiasm for blogging here.

Thank you very much, I now have an extremely good reason to move on and go on blogging hiatus.

And no, it's not that i'm SCARED or EMBARRASSED or GUILTY of the comments posted on this contaminated tag-board. If I was, I wouldn't even speak up and dare to say, "SAY IT TO MY FACE."

I'm just sick and fed up of the STUPID FUCKED UP AIRHEAD LOSER anons who don't even fucking dare leave their bloody names. Even when I KNOW exactly who they are. Pure essence of the word "S-T-U-P-I-D".

As I have said before, I am WHO I am, and I'm happy the way I am. Why? Because I'm not guilty of any POINTLESS and INEXPLAINABLE accusations. Some people have so much pride that they resort to blaming others for their own failure and faults. They're forgiven, but I'll NEVER FORGET.

I can try to improve and change WHAT I am, but even if I do so, it's absolutely not for ANYBODY but MYSELF. geddit?

I'd already put all the commotion that's happened in the past week behind me, but I'm just back to make known ONCE AND FOR ALL my final thoughts and conclusions.

I know those IMMATURE people are gonna take these words once again and turn them around for "good" use as insults to me.... but hey, I really don't care, and it does not bother even a breath of the air surrounding me. Those cuts you try to inflict will never create wounds and leave scars on me. It just goes to show that MY WORDS have an impact on people, which only serves to boost my ego.

I've stated the necessary points LOUD AND CLEAR. As for those of YOU who are gonna return with nasty comments, please refrain, or if you deem fit, go ahead, I KNOW I INTRIGUE YOU. Because anyway, THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER IN USE. So you'll be making a fool of yourselves, 'cos no one will be bothered with this "post-less" blog anymore.

Done. Goodbye. =)

vivacious vixen <3

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Dreyer's Chocolate Cake-flavoured ice-cream.

thick chocolate ice-cream filled with pieces of chocolate cake and fudge swirls.

topped off with Chipsmore bite-sized chocolate chip cookies.

i had that for breakfast.

a MAJOR sin or what?

hahaha. reminds me of my all-time favourite Chocolate Freckles Peak at Swensen's. and how i used to get it free from Azrin (one of the supervisors) when i was working at Bugis Junction. he'd always add extraextra Chipsmore bite-sized chocolate chip cookies for me, cos he knew i loved them.

so sweet rite?

but we didn't work out. not my type larh. o what the hell. hahaha.

i gotta leave for work at 12pm.

Thank God i'm off tmr!! =D

vivacious vixen <3

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

poor me.

i seem to have offended a lot of people. unknowingly and unintentionally.

i get offensive tags from cowards who hide behind stupid pseudonyms like "diu lei".

how fucked up can ppl get? and the best thing is, i'm 100-fucking-% sure i know these ppl.

and how the hell did DARYL QUAH come into the picture? he has nothing to do with my life, and vice versa.

o, and might i add that i'm not as bothered by my weight as i appear to be. calling someone FAT is just childish. no, i should say immature. childish is just above the suface. immaturity is the stuff which makes you.

i don't need to justify myself. i live for my own glory. i am who i am, and what i am. i'm happy with the way i am, though of course there's always room for much improvement.

it takes a Bitch to know a Bitch; a Slut to call a Slut.

so, you think i'm a bitch-cum-slut? well then, if you're so bloody confident of your "Mr/Ms Perfect-and-Pure" status, why didn't you just hunt me down and say it to my face? that wld've affected me more than just a pathetic anonymous tag. and you obviously do not have a life, otherwise you wouldn't be a tad bothered with the life of this loser/slut/bitch/sucker Miss Khor Xiuyi, Sarah.

remember the saying which goes, "bad publicity is also good publicity"? in fact, any type of publicity simply brings about one conclusion:

people are interested in ME and MY life.

so you heard that i'm a hussy who sleeps around? wow. i never knew i was so desirable. because remember, even if a girl is cheap, it doesn't necessarily mean that a lot of guys would take her. Why Thank You for the compliment, Daahling.

and please, stop being jealous and irritated with me already. i can't help it if the guys think i'm oh-so-bed-able.

the most perfect people are the ones who are the most insecure.

it's fun being a Bitch. you get noticed.

i like it like that. =)

P.S. if you're tired of your pathetic sex life, feel free to fuck your parents, honey. it's a free world. =)

vivacious vixen <3

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

only ONE word to describe shift work as a sales assistant at Zara: BACKBREAKING

i'm here to complain.

_my back is aching
_my legs are breaking (try standing, walking, squatting and running for 10 hrs straight)
_my calf muscles are growing bigger & stronger from all the "leg-exercises" mentioned above (damn un-ladylike & chunky! i wanna keep them slender!)
_my waist is expanding from the irregular/inconsistent meals due to the nature of shift work. (dinner break is just 3-4 hrs away from lunch, which is far too early, and by the time i get hm i'm hungry all over again)
_pimple breakout (that's why i HATE make-up)
_dark circles and eyebags (u get hm at 12am from work, get to slp only at 1 am or later, and then you have to wake up at 6.30am to prepare for work)
_i'm broke (Damn you, Mother!!!)
_my mild eczema is getting worse and it's killing me! (thanks to the dust & chemicals from the clothes which irritate my ultra-sensitive skin- and that's why i HATE make-up)
_time is my enemy

there is nothing for me to be thankful for except the fact that i can go make-up free tmr- it's my 1st off-day from Zara!!! -sleepmunchslack

Shawn's on the phone. laters!

vivacious vixen <3

Sunday, October 09, 2005

work sux. but thank God for the supernice ppl. of course there are 1 or 2 bitches whom everyone loathes. we nicked name one of em OTC (otak tad centre - Malay for "mad"). i enjoy my time at work but i reali dread the looong workin hrs. time seems to pass by so slowly.

there's a searing pain which goes thru the joints at my knee, and my lower back aches like mad, whenever i stand for too long or walk/squat/run too much. and thats exactly what u do at Zara. the place is hell big, and the inventories are abundant, and finding/counting/retrieving stock is a quite a feat.

i signed a contract which states my commitment to RSH Limited until the 6th of Nov. so i cant quit. for the $$, it is worth it. i can do it. FULL-SHIFT tmr. -WHINES-

hmmm. i've been trying to pick up some Malay fr my colleagues. 90% of staff are made up of Malays & Malaysians. hahaha. rite now i onli noe e basic but being 1/4 Peranakan, i shall honour my roots & learn to speak Malay fluently. lalala.

o yess, i'm sooo gonna retake CMSY nx sem. didn mug for e sup. The Mother MUSN'T find out!! n i pray i wun hv to stae back 1/2 yr in Poly!! =(

i miss blogging, my freedom, my darling-friends, school, and The Mother.

dead tired. time for some quality time & catching up w gramma.

good night, darlings. <3

vivacious vixen <3

Thursday, October 06, 2005

just bought a flowy laced white skirt from 77th Street at Compass Point... bohemian chick, you say? YAY!! but my grandma paid for me 1st, so now i owe her another $29.90, apart from the $50 for my work outfit. =(

i also checked out The Body Shop products at Heartland Mall, the nearest store I cld find to SengKang... i'm gonna get e Tea Tree Oil Concealer Stick and Waterproof Mascara in Black. o, not forgettin that green tube of Body Mask, Tea Tree Oil Nose Pore Mask, Deep Cleansing Peel- Off Facial Mask, and, if i finally manage to accept make-up as an inevitable essential in my life, the All-In-One Face Cake.

It's compulsory for Zara employees to smear on make up. I HATE MAKE UP. it's so troublesome to apply and remove... and not that i hv porcelain complexion... i'm afraid the cake and colours may suffocate and clog my already-oily pores further. plus, the dreadful ultra-sensitive skin. Problematic. BAH.

i need Retail Therapy badly. i swear i'll bring my sky-high fone bill down to zero & then i'll hv $$ to pamper myself. =)

just packed my wardrobe. I have far too many clothes. a bulk of which i dun wear anymore. i'm just too sentimental to throw away the old ones. o well... if the old ones dun go, the new ones dun come... until i get a ton more new clothes... heehee...

I HATE CLUTTER. neat freak, u may call me. my room is sparse and un-cosy. o WTH.

My Blogger "new post entry" window is back to normal!! *YAY!!!

hahaha ok i haven't started mugging for CMSY at all. i'm prepared to repeat e subject, seriously. it's actuali v easy to pass, IF YOU STUDY. my Mum has no idea tt i'm taking CMSY sup tmr. she's gonna kill me when she finds out i have to REPEAT the subject for a whole sem. i just hop i wun hv to stay back half a yr in Poly just to complete any subject at all!!! =(

i'm sooo hungry!! despite having had Roti Boy & Magnolia milk a few mins ago... wad a pig hahaha. contemplating followin Mummy, Grandma & Aunt out for dinner at the Singapore Swimming Club... but i need to START mugging for CMSY. how?? o no...

ok, my thoughts are all over e place ... i'm feelin hyper!!!

skippity loo, skippity loo
i need, i need some brand new shoes!

lalala.

vivacious vixen <3

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

busybusybee.

i'm so proud that yesterday, i managed to shop for a black shirt, black pants, and black shoes for my job at Zara, as well as my toiletries, all in one day. budget shopping! lovin' my new, suuper-comfy $20.70 Veeko black pants and $20 Bata black shoes from Compass Point. and i got a yellow tank top and 2 black tees fr Hang Ten at 3 for $15. hahaha. but my toiletries cost $74 in total. hair & body essentials. BAH.

was on the phone with The Mother aft shopping yesterday evening.

MOTHER: darling... where are you?

DAUGHTER: i'm at Compass Point... just bought my black outfit for work and my personal items.

M: orh... ok... so when do u start work and what are the working hours like? then u won't have time to see me any more arh?

D: Friday, 2pm... i hv 2 off-days a week... we'll meet up then larh dun worry... i have 2 full shifts, 9.30am-10.30pm, 2 aftnoon shifts, 2.30pm-10.30pm, and 1 morn shift, 9.30am-6.30pm. very jia-lat one lorh...

M: wah!! so looong arh? aiyo poor thing... ah boh u dun work larh... wa heng ler lui (i give u money) lorh... aiyo poor thing...

D: why? your heart pain arh? haha... nvm larh... i alr gave them my word... anyway the pay not bad... you can save this mth's allowance for our Europe tour nx yr... heh heh...

M: ya lorh ya lorh... ok lorh... so how much do I owe u for ur toiletries??

D: erm... $74 bucks in total.... i bought shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, body wash & moisturizer........

M: WHAT?? SO MUCH?? aiya ok larh ok larh.... so Mummy see u nx wk horr? ok??

D: okie... thanks Mummy... buh-bye...

do you notice the way i manipulate and get what I want without getting a shelling from The Mother? I made her feel guilty about forgoing my allowance this mth just bcos it's e hols. muahahah. but, you noe I LOVE YOU, Mummy. =)

class BBQ last nite was... alrite. but i hv to admit, though we're not v united as ONE and were spilt into our usual cliques, e chalet reali did help us build a stronger bond with one another. and the chicken wings were sooo gd that, for e 1st time in my life, i didn't mind getting my fingers soiled and downed more than 3 chicken wings at one go. and i lost $1 at black jack. we bet 10-cents. heehee.

i'm onli at the 1st set of CMSY notes. somebody stab me.

i'm craving for chocolate french donuts!! imagine warm, thick fudge oozing out of e centre of a chocolate rice-coated donut-bun... mmMm...

that explains the expanding waistline. =(

vivacious vixen <3