Everytime I go to PostSecret.com, I will indefinitely end up crying. I don't know why, but that site just has that effect on me. It's heart-wrenching, makes me feel as though the problems I have aren't problems at all.
Which is the truth.
Just that I don't like to admit it.
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Cheryl called me today. She asked me to model for Chingay and stuff, because they are looking for pretty faces belonging to non-skinny people.
It's a scam.
They are trying to tell me that I'm morbidly obese by putting me on national display.
In my mind, pretty and non-skinny equates fat and non-hideous.
Lies, all lies.
I walked past Alley Bar the day before, and there's this Taka Jewellery flagship store on the way to Centrepoint. Kenz Lim tried to sell me some diamonds.
What I wanted to convey is that I do not feel guilty for wasting his time and pretending I have an intention to purchase a $23 189 diamond ring.
(Like what are you talking about, I already have a Cartier one.)I told him I wanted a 7 carat diamond and I swear I saw a glistening glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Ultimately, I walked out of the place saying my dad will give him a call another day.
I felt like Paris Hilton. Without the jail term.
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I want this cake for my birthday!
Anyway, this is what my Dior Gaucho looks like, only in black.
If I have this in real life, you know I've made
it.
I used to like the Chloe Paddington. Until Singapore liked it too.
