| The Perfect Man's Problems |
[12 May 2004|12:09am] |
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Well, as usual, my day was as perfect as my looks. Does that ever differ? Ben made me add the pizza-faced Joy to my friendster list. As much as I hated doing it, I do appreciate the fact that she wrote me a testimonial. Too bad for me, now she's asking me to write her back one. What am I supposed to write? I cannot think of a single good quality about her.
Unlike me. It is so easy to write a testimonial for me because I'm so full of glowing qualities. That's why I don't understand why people just end up praising my looks at the end of the day. They can utilise all 1,000 characters just extolling the virtues of my chiselled bone structure, or my manly physique. What about my other features? What about my intelligence (SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT IN DA HOUSE)? My athletic prowess (FOOTBALL PLAYER ABOUT TO GIVE BECKHAM A RUN FOR HIS MONEY)? My kind and gentle nature (ORPHANS CLAMOUR FOR ME)?
Ben recently suggested that I join this Female's 50 Most Gorgeous People contest. But I refused to, because that will just underline my main attraction - my looks. As I have said above, I want people to know ALL of the wonders of Sean Lee, not just his looks. Of course, becoming a model (is probably inevitable anyway) has its advantages, but at the moment, I must make my mark in this world as the world's best plastic surgeon. THEN become a model. All this before I hit 25 (I am not dumb ok? I know that my looks will fade. So best to become a model BY 25).
This is just one of the many, many problems that I face, being perfect. And now that I have a girlfriend, I have to look out for her welfare too. Well, all of you who know my girlfriend know that she can be a bit s-l-o-o-o-w, so sometimes she gets bullied, and she doesn't even realise it. Right now my mission in life is to kill anyone who bullies my girlfriend, and the main culprit is this little bastard called VIVEK.
Vivek, whose hand recently got injured because he wanked too much, has (I heard) been rubbing himself against my beloved dearie. Just because he got his hand injured doesn't mean he can find relief through my girlfriend!!!11!! He is also known for running his fingers through her golden locks (he claims he is wiping his hands on her hair, but I know better). I am disgusted with you, Vivek! Let it be known that I'm out for your blood!!
You will not live long when I get back to Sunway, Vivek! I will avenge my girlfriend! Do not cry, Chiau Ling! He harass you no more!!
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| I Know What I Am |
[10 May 2004|09:42pm] |
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No biggie. I'm hot. Everyone knows that.
What's weird is that everyone assumes that I don't - almost every day I get people coming up to me and telling me: "Gee, you're pretty hot, you know!" I really cannot stand it, to the point where I feel like grabbing them by their collars and yelling into their ears: "I know, asshole! I know I'm bloody hot!" Like seriously, what the fuck makes them think that I'm so ugly that I need their reassurances that I'm impossibly good-looking?
Damn, I love that phrase. It rings so true. And I'm just awed by my own beauty. I remember my ex-editor saying how much she loved my curled up eyelashes, and how she adored the "wheat fields on my arms" - what she didn't know was how much I adored myself too. I shouldn't own anything reflective - what the hell - because I gaze at myself too much, and it makes me even more intolerant towards the other fools who act like they're hot?
Which brings me to the next point. I cannot stand all those Ah Bengs who wear tight shirts and fitting tees and singlets and walk around with their fucking armpit hair dancing around in the wind. I know you want to show off your rippling muscles, you morons. But what makes you think people want to take a look at those lumps on your arms. Hell, I've got muscles too, but you don't see me showing them off! It's disgusting, you idiots - and it's not macho. It makes me want to throw up.
Anyway, Paul Marciano, creative director of Guess! is saying that the market needs leaner, trimmer, fitter models. I'm so sure it was me he was referring to.
Hell, my girlfriend hates guys with excessive hair, which is one of the reasons she chose me. Like, even she has more facial hair than me. I'd go further, but she hasn't really uncovered a lot for me to see.
So anyway, the bottomline is - I'm impossibly hot, rich, talented, lean and smart.
Damn, what an unfair world.
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| A New Beginning |
[10 May 2004|05:23pm] |
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Well, after my best friend Ben started pestering me, I finally got a livejournal. Now what? I guess, as all journals go, I should talk about my day.
Today, I woke up. Had breakfast with Ben and this truly hideous guy from A-Levels (whose name I shall not reveal, but he's really hideous, he says so himself too). Then I went over to my girlfriend's house to lepak. If you do not know who my girlfriend is, please look over to the left of this journal. :D
She was busy doing something known as "templates" in Adobe Pagemaker. Well, I do not know much about it. Anyway, she did not need my help as Yi Yun was with her. I took Chiau Ling's camera and took more pictures of grasshoppers to use as her desktop picture. She loves insects. Anyone who has GOOD CLOSE-UPS of insects, please forward them to my girlfriend's inbox. ccl85@hotmail.com Thanks, we owe you a bunch.
Well, I'm now in Ben's apartment writing this. There really isn't much to say actually. Please comment! Loads! :D
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