Circle Of Sorrow

(everything abt xx in this post is my personal opinion of her as a blogger. I do not know the real xx and have no right to judge her)

23 june, 2005 the day that xiaxue can't handle her fame anymore.
I remember i wrote of how i'm a closet xx groupie on my personal blog ( entry: she whose name shall not be mention). Well, i stop read her blog after she sort of ask for money or should i say her fans volunteer to give her money to buy a camera she misplaced. At the moment I feel that i don't want to read xx anymore. Why? It's simple, i don't think its right, i don't see eye to eye wif her anymore , i don't wanna read it anymore.
I never leave any comments on her blog before, i'm just a bystand, never comment just observe.
She mention that "Why are people telling me things like, "More people used to love you than hate you now most people just hate you - close down your blog"" Yes, lots of my friends says that xx has change, she's no longer the xx they know.
I , on the other hand, am happy to see that change. I want to observe how she mature as a blogger, how she handle her fame, how far can a famous local blogger go, how can she keep it real and how long will the whole thing last.
But sometimes, i'll just read her archieves instead. The funny stuffs she used to write
As i mention earlier, I stop reading xx till the spg incident. I was quite tulan when i saw Newpaper interview her about the spg incident ( i didn't know that she commented on spg's breast before that). I was thinking " Does spg need her approval to get famous? Why interview her?"
That night i saw wan bao with her photo but the caption was about spg instead. My first reaction is "Wow thats a real blooper!" For an account on the whole event you can read her blog.
That's the event that bring me back to the pink page again, to see another milestone in her blog. xx has certainly generated lots of interest online. You'll always see people with strong opinons on her post, her enemies wanna kill her, her groupies will become human shield for her. When is the last time you see singaporeans have such extreme opinons on anything?
I shall be reading xx for the next few weeks to see how things turn out. I'll neither support nor condamn her. I'm just a bystand, never comment just observe.

alas............

"what color do u wanna dye?"
"Erm what do u suggest?"
"Ok this will be ur base color (dark brown) and this will be the hightlight (dark pearl)"
"I prefer something lighter"
"Er Ok, so i choose this and this for u ok? (point at same colors)
"Its too dark, actually i wanna try ash blonde but dunno nice or not?"
"(looks at color chart) ok u should choose this and this (points at same color again)"
"Er... ok"
"Good : )"

Knn so dark look like didn't die at all.... tomorrow machiam never die...

report!
Johnson Babypowder has contacted.
The army have reach safely.
Platoon Commander and Platooon Sergeant 2 's Diluted Volka Drinks have reached in the right quantity.
the 3 Prawns have arrived fresh.
over and out!

First Circle of sorrow meeting at JB. Couldn't find the cheap salon to die... wat can I say? Dye another day -___-

Was taking a break from work today and I stroll to the nearest shop house to buy some sweet. Clad in my usual Lock-kok t shirt, shorts, field pack bag 9 Osaki flip flops and my uncombed hair, I set foot on the streets of beach road, shunning from the passionate sun.
As i was minding my own business, i suddenly saw an old camp mate, a tekong spec from another coy walking in my direction. He came up to me and said "Hey what are you doing here?"
Being my usual self proclaim humorous self, I pointed a few construction workers nearby and said "Working..."
The guy took a glance at the workers then look at me from top to toe and replied "Construction ah?..." Before i could say that I'm just joking, aka being my usual self proclaim humorous self, He walk away saying something about he got to go or rushing for time.....
At this exact moment, a cold wind blow somewhere in china and a crow fly pass someplace over india. Fuck.
Please get this in ur heads ppl, most designers works fucking 16 hours a day. We wear home clothes at work cause we stay at work longer than at home. Designer wear are made by designers for non designers to wear. We use wear t shirts and flip flops ok?
(monotone couldn't understand why he got mixed up with construction workers. They definately dressed better than him)

Welcome to our circle of sorrow, the gathering of losers.
If you look around u you will find circles of sorrows everywhere. Taxi drivers in kopi tiam, students in school canteen,teenagers @ starbucks. Its unwritten law that when groups of people gather, they will start to sit in a circle and whine about their pathetic life. Misery loves company.
So what makes our circle of sorrow better than others (in this case, worse)? We are 5 poor guys (financially, spiritually and morally),who are rowdy (that amplifys our agony), desperately single (except for 1), who have no life, cause we dun buy straits times..... did i mention we are lame too?
I shall not speak more about the circle cause most of the arcs are living in denial. We might be doing a self introduction
each soon. Be prepared for it, if you cunt handle the truth. Oh and that's not a typo.
Drop by this blog if u wanna bask in our woe, swim in our sea of distress , run down the fields of our misfortune or simply stare at our calamity in awe. This is definately a feel good site. Who doesn't feel good when u you others in worse state than you?

(monotone works 21 weekdays follow by 2 weekends. He idea of having a life is getting off work before 12 am)