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Name: Dale
Birthday: 11/24/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Watch my Vuitton items collecting dust on my display, Mass Communication, Running daddy's business, clubbing/drinking and hitting the gym at Hyatt's Club Oasis.
Expertise: Eyepowering and acting dumb. what was that again??
Occupation: Military
Industry: Government
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
MSN: dalethecurry@yahoo.com
Member Since:
11/16/2003
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| I got happy.  Without and reason or rhyme. yea, it was just some lame ass quiz. -.-.... no one will understand.... | | |
| Fiat VS Mercedes Which will you choose? Style or luxury?
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| Now that it's all settled to dust
Now the matter has blown off for quite sometime so allow me to rant. Stuff which we going around were so full of bullshit. both you sisters were insane, in a repelling way.
Do you consider someone who is staying in a 3 or 4 bedroom apartment in public housing wealthy? who divided the small living room area into to by a curtain and have their maid and mom sleep there? whats the point of getting a maid when the area you need to clean in your house is so small? And when your dad drives a old Nissan Presea? When your only branded bad is a denim Dior which might have been your wedding gift, god knows.
You aren't. Tutoring the wealthy doesn't make you in their crowd. but more like a servant of the rich. you don't have a chauffeured car in your family. you don't stay in six avenue. you don't have a swimming pool which your dad converted into a herb garden and the Balenciaga bag which you said you had, no one's seen it. you don't talk like you have class, always talking about money. eating at Sushi Tei isn't high class. having friend with prospectful jobs doesn't either.
Also, i don't get branded stuff of anyone other than my two BFF and they know who they are. all the bullshit about having to bring my item to a store only for them to tell you it doesn't belong to the brand, it's disgusting. going around talking behind my back, i'm like whatever.
Both sisters look like cowdung, act like retards and are as poor as a church mouse. stop going around with the impression that you are wealthy when you are poorer than a commoner liking in public housing. talking about how small my private apartment is, well at least it's private. unlike you, public bitch cant event sell herself as a prostitute even if she wants to.
Telling me that your sister has been sleeping with your dad's friends. are you sure? not that i doubt it as we all know what kinda of person your sister is into. even had to cheek to tell me to go over to her departmental store counter *where she works as a slave* to take money from her as i am oh so poor, are you sure? you have money to give me? last i heard you were asking for money from your sister.
You think you are a socialite, HAH! ya, socialite my ass. you are not even near socialite. the only thing you are near to is cowdung, oh wait, you ARE the cowdung. =))
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| Long long time ago, i can still remember.....
it's been such a long time since i last blogged, so i thot to myself, i should really start and stop procrastinating.
the past few weeks was like crazy. work, shopping, meeting up with the ppl who made my life and also fufilling all my responsibilities as a human being. I also come to realise that i have been putting on massive weight and beeing eating 2 meals for lunch! like literally TWO FREAKING MEALS!! and to top that up, i haven been excercising. tummy fats are like soooooo biggggg!! so a few weeks ago, i got a yoga/excercise mat. which i have yet to put to good use other than collecting dust bus as for yesterday, it was bought for a reason! just after like 30 mins or so of work out (which consisted mainly of weight, push up and sit up. and a little dancing) i was flat!! up till now, 24 hours later, my abs (is that what you call it even when you are fat??) still hurts. BUT!! im not gona give up! meeting Mr Ming to get a pressie from Miz Kelly later and also dinner (which keeps me wondering, why do i even have to get a present for her when A) she's not treating dinner, B)she didnt get me any present for the previous and my birthday 2years ago and C) She didnt even bother to text me to wish me when i was in Bei Jing then! this is what i call friends who are taking friends for granted. -.-.... so anyways, it's been busy. working 7 days last week, sleeping only 4 hours a day. but i have come to realise one thing, before you can afford to help ppl, in any way, ask yourself if you can help yourself in the first place. not like i have alot of time even tho i am rejected other's call for help but yea, i dont have the time to pursue what i want. i've failed my advance twice cos i didnt study, i can say it's partially due to the fact that i was too busy doing other ppl's things and not doing my own. i gotta plan next time.
So my new bed is in, a new Queen size bed. probably gonna do the headboard this week, not weekend cos i'll be traveling with my folks. my new room looks pretty much like a hotel room now with the warm lighting. got a TV tuner from Comex which im planning to hook up to the LCD monitor i've got and make it a TV instead. maybe a PS to hook up too? i dunnoe yet. but one thing's for sure, i would not have time to do it by this week (although i keep promising that it'll be done then)
so it's been abit crazy, my shopping and stuff. finally got the Louis Vuitton Abbesses in Monogram canvas which i was eying on for quite sometime but my heart was on the fence. but well, i'll take it as an investment. looking at the Neverfull Medium now and thinking of inverting it. caught Coco Avant Chanel yesterday and was hoping to see the makings of the classic 2.55 caviar bag but nope. the story was lenghty but the ending was too short. they totally didnt mention the history of the 2.55.. sigh. which brought be to think, when the hell will i be able to fond that Coco Cabas which i so wanted in lamb skin. shizz....
anyways, someone's gonna fly off to HK soon. =) have fun! *DONT FORGET TO BRING YOUR MOBILE PHONE!!! I"LL TELL YOUR MAMA IF YOU FORGET!!*
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Peace~!
How that music use to make me smile~!
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|  Fill this spaces up with days. And in my room, you can go, you can stay....
So i'm here, talking to myself with no reply but a blank screen looking back at me.
After pleasing all others, maybe not all but majority, i'm back here with a truck load of shit and facing myself.
Care, anyone? nope. just my trusted dog and me...
I'm sick, and i'm tired.. i just want to get out of this hell hole which i forcefully dug myself in. i want to get out, but i cant. i hate this emotional part of me.i can be decisive in other things but this, this emotional factor, is something which i cant stop myself from falling into.
nothing apart from seeing my little doggie at the end of a long day is positive. i've lost interest. in every other thing other than my responsibility.everything..
WHY WONT YOU STOP! STOP DOING THIS TO ME! STOP TAKING EVERYTHING AWAY FROM MY LIFE, ME!
at time i really wish i could just have a mental breakdown and 5 minutes later i'm back to normal. but i cant.. i cant even cry out loud to express the pain i'm feeling. everyone is taking, taking, taking and taking. WHY WONT YOU STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2.5 more hours to the break of dawn and here i am doing this again. the night really gets into me.
i want to drink, so i can sleep. however tired i am mentally or physically, i just cant sleep. i dont want to be how i was. it's ugly.. the cigarettes are already making me look like i'm 35. the alcohol, worse. but i still want to drink so much until i puke from my mouth and nose and cry from the pain. it's only then i can release a little of what i have bottled up inside me.
so dont go asking what happen to me, cos you should be asking what happen to you?
Now these years locked in my drawer. I'll open to see just to be sure
And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view as i'm watching it try to pull my own light as it tips a shade of you
Holding my wine holding it in. only i've lost and you'll know you win.
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