I'm Narcissistic, So Sue Me (plus Mr. Shagedelicious 4)
And finally, after the last fiasco, I get a mention in the Straits Times.
FAME, MY FRIENDS!!! FAME!!!
"I want to thank the gahmen, my farder, my marder, my fwens, for making this possible..."
Ok lah. The people I really have to thank for finally getting my name in the Straits Times are Gabriel, for referring the reporter to me, Mr. Brown, for browning me again because of this (and making my hits go through the roof!), and the reporter herself, Melissa, for not cutting my quotes out. Heh heh. I suppose this time I didn't say anything too controversial, then.
I know, I'm a total fame whore, but come on, cut me some slack can? Is it every day that I get mentioned in the national newspapers?
Except that I may have scared off Calm One so much he might not even turn up for the bloggers' conference, but then again I already have Mr. Brown's promise that he will help me to hook Calmie, and even get him to be featured as one of my Mr. Shagedelicious-es. *evil laughter*
So I'm really pleased about this, and thrilled to no end, and I know I sound damn swakoo and snobbish, but this is probably the one and only time I'll ever get featured in the papers, unless of course I murder someone who annoys me, which somehow seems to almost happen every day. I need some anger management classes, I think. Either that or people around me are idiots.
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Come to think of it, most people around me are idiots. And assholes to boot. Working on the IOC project has been incredibly fun, but at the same time you get to see so many aspects of human nature; some amusing, some disgusting, and some downright nauseating.
More details will be forthcoming once I'm officially finished with the project, which will probably be on the 12th. I have so much to blog about it, but I'm constantly tired, working 18-hour shifts (damn all those stupid diplomats and heads of state who choose to arrive in and depart Singapore at the oddest possible hours), and have had about 3 to 5 hours of sleep per night for the past one week.
So yeah, just wait till the 12th, and I'll give you guys all the juicy details about the IOC, the VIPs I've seen/met, the nonsense/crazy/fun things I've done and experienced, my wonderful colleagues (Siong, are you reading this? You're one of my wonderful colleagues!), and photographs.
But for today, I'm in a damn good mood because of the ST article, because by some miracle I'm off duty early today, and because my colleagues have all been telling me they think I'm cute, so I'll be generous and treat everyone to some photos of myself I took today when I was bored, waiting for a departure, and had nothing to do.
Actually I think my colleagues say I'm cute because I'm not pretty, I'm just... adorable. But what the hell, I've given up on trying to become pretty; I might as well make use of what I have. People say I cute, so I cute lah, dammit! And I don't care what anyone says! *stamps foot petulantly and pouts*
There, that was so cute in itself, wasn't it? Yes I know I'm damn frigging adorable. So today I tied my hair into 2 ponytails (must act cute to maintain my image mah), and snapped pictures of myself which I am now going to post on my blog for all you guys (and gay girls) to drool at! And yes, I'm a narcissist, but what can you do about it, huh, huh? And no, contrary to popular belief, I am not a photowhore at all. Really I'm not!
Ok enough of my narcissism, I don't want to lose any of my loyal readers. Here goes!
First one blur-blur to create a sense of expectancy and mystery...
Second one looks like shit, but I'm putting it up because today I'm feeling narcissistic anyway...
And there! The cutest picture of all. See my dimple on my left cheek? Everyone together now: "Awwwwwww... So cute!"
Thank you, everyone. Thank you. I know, I'm supremely adorable.
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And one last thing which will send many of you into a state of hyperventilating ecstacy: I will not be free to blog tomorrow as I'm on a 24-hour shift then, so I'm shifting the Mr. Shagedelicious feature meant for tomorrow to NOW.
And today, I'm giving you not one, not two, but FOUR hot, cute, hunky, handsome uniformed men.
Unfortunately, I don't know their names. I don't know their ages. I don't know their marital status. The only thing I know about them is that they are military policemen who are also ceremonial guards at the Istana. You know those that stand stock-still at the gates of the Istana for hours without moving, in those dapper long-sleeved white coats and black pants? Yeah those.
What happened was, I was stationed at the Istana on the afternoon of the 5th, and I was supposed to coordinate the cars and buses that were bringing the guests there, making sure that all the guests got on and off safely, that the drivers didn't make mistakes, etc. So there I was at the front foyer right in front of the Istana directing the drivers and liaison officers from the Singapore Sports Council, when I noticed that 4 ceremonial guards had also been posted at the front foyer, to stand and salute the VIPs when they arrived.
Naturally I couldn't keep my eyes off them. And I was incredibly tempted to ask them for photos on the spot, but I was warned by my transport IC for the day that we weren't allowed to take photos in the Istana premises because of the stringent security measures. And they had 3 of their superiors in the normal MP uniform watching them from a corner, so I decided it'd be a bad idea to approach them in the middle of their duty and ask for photos.
But they were too hot to be ignored, seriously. I spent a good one hour just staring at them and dreaming of how I'd like to be kidnapped by them and brought to their barracks on the Istana grounds. I would gladly have held myself captive in there just to look at these hunks in their uniforms all day. Seriously, the ceremonial guards are all so good-looking and hunky, I suspect they're picked to be Istana ceremonial guards based on looks. Can anyone confirm this for me? Dilun, maybe, since you're an MP?
Anyway, I was casting longing looks at them, and I'm glad to say that those guys did eyeball me quite a few times as well. I'm not saying that it was because they thought I was irresistably beautiful, but the fact is I was the only girl there, and I was standing near them. They were probably wondering what this young kid was doing directing the transportation at the Istana.
So when everything was over and they were given the order to stand down, they started marching away with their superiors. And I knew it was now or never. I screwed up my courage, thickened my skin, ran up to them and asked, "Can I take a picture of you guys?"
The four guards just grinned and said "Ok" and immediately lined up in a straight row like obedient little puppies to pose for me. I didn't even have to tell them what to do, they were so darned eager and willing! If anything, I have to say they're well-trained to follow orders. The 3 other MPs just smiled and walked away nonchalantly.
So I figured they probably got lots of such requests from tourists, but it was only later than someone told me the guards are actually supposed to turn down all requests for photographs, and it's a chargeable offence for them to have their photos taken especially if they're in the Istana grounds (again, I need confirmation for this please!). So I suppose I must have charmed them somewhat, especially as I'd asked for the photo in my sweetest voice and in the cutest, most bubbly manner possible (I need to make use of the limited resources I have, remember?).
So here's Mr. Shagedelicious 4... all four of them in their full glory!
If you think they're tall and hunky, wait till you see the next picture...
There I am in the middle, a rose among the thorns! Aren't I lucky? My colleague very kindly took this pic for me, and the guards very kindly obliged me too. Now, I'm 1.69 metres tall, and that day I was wearing 2-inch heels. And I'm fat. And yet you can see all the guys are taller than me, and have broad shoulders and nicely tapered waists.
I WANT A CEREMONIAL GUARD BOYFRIEND!!! *wails* I want I want I want! It was so orgasmic just standing near them, imagine if I had one of my own!!!
Oh, and by the way, I'm single now. Yep, Andy and I have broken up by mutual agreement. So I'm not doing anything wrong by wanting a ceremonial guard boyfriend, ok? Any guys who are ceremonial guards and want to date me, please leave a comment or send me an email. I'm very very single and very very available now. Thank you.
Oh, and girls, have fun drooling over these four hotties!
P/S: I'm really sorry, people, that I haven't been replying to your comments or emails. But believe me, I do read everyone of them, and I appreciate your support, your suggestions, and your contributions. Thank you for all these. I promise, once I'm done with the IOC and am not so busy anymore, it'll be back to the old business of replying to all my emails and comments. Keep 'em coming in the meantime!
FAME, MY FRIENDS!!! FAME!!!
"I want to thank the gahmen, my farder, my marder, my fwens, for making this possible..."
Ok lah. The people I really have to thank for finally getting my name in the Straits Times are Gabriel, for referring the reporter to me, Mr. Brown, for browning me again because of this (and making my hits go through the roof!), and the reporter herself, Melissa, for not cutting my quotes out. Heh heh. I suppose this time I didn't say anything too controversial, then.
I know, I'm a total fame whore, but come on, cut me some slack can? Is it every day that I get mentioned in the national newspapers?
Except that I may have scared off Calm One so much he might not even turn up for the bloggers' conference, but then again I already have Mr. Brown's promise that he will help me to hook Calmie, and even get him to be featured as one of my Mr. Shagedelicious-es. *evil laughter*
So I'm really pleased about this, and thrilled to no end, and I know I sound damn swakoo and snobbish, but this is probably the one and only time I'll ever get featured in the papers, unless of course I murder someone who annoys me, which somehow seems to almost happen every day. I need some anger management classes, I think. Either that or people around me are idiots.
____________________________________________
Come to think of it, most people around me are idiots. And assholes to boot. Working on the IOC project has been incredibly fun, but at the same time you get to see so many aspects of human nature; some amusing, some disgusting, and some downright nauseating.
More details will be forthcoming once I'm officially finished with the project, which will probably be on the 12th. I have so much to blog about it, but I'm constantly tired, working 18-hour shifts (damn all those stupid diplomats and heads of state who choose to arrive in and depart Singapore at the oddest possible hours), and have had about 3 to 5 hours of sleep per night for the past one week.
So yeah, just wait till the 12th, and I'll give you guys all the juicy details about the IOC, the VIPs I've seen/met, the nonsense/crazy/fun things I've done and experienced, my wonderful colleagues (Siong, are you reading this? You're one of my wonderful colleagues!), and photographs.
But for today, I'm in a damn good mood because of the ST article, because by some miracle I'm off duty early today, and because my colleagues have all been telling me they think I'm cute, so I'll be generous and treat everyone to some photos of myself I took today when I was bored, waiting for a departure, and had nothing to do.
Actually I think my colleagues say I'm cute because I'm not pretty, I'm just... adorable. But what the hell, I've given up on trying to become pretty; I might as well make use of what I have. People say I cute, so I cute lah, dammit! And I don't care what anyone says! *stamps foot petulantly and pouts*
There, that was so cute in itself, wasn't it? Yes I know I'm damn frigging adorable. So today I tied my hair into 2 ponytails (must act cute to maintain my image mah), and snapped pictures of myself which I am now going to post on my blog for all you guys (and gay girls) to drool at! And yes, I'm a narcissist, but what can you do about it, huh, huh? And no, contrary to popular belief, I am not a photowhore at all. Really I'm not!
Ok enough of my narcissism, I don't want to lose any of my loyal readers. Here goes!
First one blur-blur to create a sense of expectancy and mystery...
Second one looks like shit, but I'm putting it up because today I'm feeling narcissistic anyway...
And there! The cutest picture of all. See my dimple on my left cheek? Everyone together now: "Awwwwwww... So cute!"
Thank you, everyone. Thank you. I know, I'm supremely adorable.
___________________________________________
And one last thing which will send many of you into a state of hyperventilating ecstacy: I will not be free to blog tomorrow as I'm on a 24-hour shift then, so I'm shifting the Mr. Shagedelicious feature meant for tomorrow to NOW.
And today, I'm giving you not one, not two, but FOUR hot, cute, hunky, handsome uniformed men.
Unfortunately, I don't know their names. I don't know their ages. I don't know their marital status. The only thing I know about them is that they are military policemen who are also ceremonial guards at the Istana. You know those that stand stock-still at the gates of the Istana for hours without moving, in those dapper long-sleeved white coats and black pants? Yeah those.
What happened was, I was stationed at the Istana on the afternoon of the 5th, and I was supposed to coordinate the cars and buses that were bringing the guests there, making sure that all the guests got on and off safely, that the drivers didn't make mistakes, etc. So there I was at the front foyer right in front of the Istana directing the drivers and liaison officers from the Singapore Sports Council, when I noticed that 4 ceremonial guards had also been posted at the front foyer, to stand and salute the VIPs when they arrived.
Naturally I couldn't keep my eyes off them. And I was incredibly tempted to ask them for photos on the spot, but I was warned by my transport IC for the day that we weren't allowed to take photos in the Istana premises because of the stringent security measures. And they had 3 of their superiors in the normal MP uniform watching them from a corner, so I decided it'd be a bad idea to approach them in the middle of their duty and ask for photos.
But they were too hot to be ignored, seriously. I spent a good one hour just staring at them and dreaming of how I'd like to be kidnapped by them and brought to their barracks on the Istana grounds. I would gladly have held myself captive in there just to look at these hunks in their uniforms all day. Seriously, the ceremonial guards are all so good-looking and hunky, I suspect they're picked to be Istana ceremonial guards based on looks. Can anyone confirm this for me? Dilun, maybe, since you're an MP?
Anyway, I was casting longing looks at them, and I'm glad to say that those guys did eyeball me quite a few times as well. I'm not saying that it was because they thought I was irresistably beautiful, but the fact is I was the only girl there, and I was standing near them. They were probably wondering what this young kid was doing directing the transportation at the Istana.
So when everything was over and they were given the order to stand down, they started marching away with their superiors. And I knew it was now or never. I screwed up my courage, thickened my skin, ran up to them and asked, "Can I take a picture of you guys?"
The four guards just grinned and said "Ok" and immediately lined up in a straight row like obedient little puppies to pose for me. I didn't even have to tell them what to do, they were so darned eager and willing! If anything, I have to say they're well-trained to follow orders. The 3 other MPs just smiled and walked away nonchalantly.
So I figured they probably got lots of such requests from tourists, but it was only later than someone told me the guards are actually supposed to turn down all requests for photographs, and it's a chargeable offence for them to have their photos taken especially if they're in the Istana grounds (again, I need confirmation for this please!). So I suppose I must have charmed them somewhat, especially as I'd asked for the photo in my sweetest voice and in the cutest, most bubbly manner possible (I need to make use of the limited resources I have, remember?).
So here's Mr. Shagedelicious 4... all four of them in their full glory!
If you think they're tall and hunky, wait till you see the next picture...
There I am in the middle, a rose among the thorns! Aren't I lucky? My colleague very kindly took this pic for me, and the guards very kindly obliged me too. Now, I'm 1.69 metres tall, and that day I was wearing 2-inch heels. And I'm fat. And yet you can see all the guys are taller than me, and have broad shoulders and nicely tapered waists.
I WANT A CEREMONIAL GUARD BOYFRIEND!!! *wails* I want I want I want! It was so orgasmic just standing near them, imagine if I had one of my own!!!
Oh, and by the way, I'm single now. Yep, Andy and I have broken up by mutual agreement. So I'm not doing anything wrong by wanting a ceremonial guard boyfriend, ok? Any guys who are ceremonial guards and want to date me, please leave a comment or send me an email. I'm very very single and very very available now. Thank you.
Oh, and girls, have fun drooling over these four hotties!
P/S: I'm really sorry, people, that I haven't been replying to your comments or emails. But believe me, I do read everyone of them, and I appreciate your support, your suggestions, and your contributions. Thank you for all these. I promise, once I'm done with the IOC and am not so busy anymore, it'll be back to the old business of replying to all my emails and comments. Keep 'em coming in the meantime!
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