tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-193566312011-04-21T22:54:33.924+01:00Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042556533825736857noreply@blogger.comBlogger1591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19356631.post-46926821089972131802008-05-13T18:55:00.003+01:002008-05-23T15:20:04.634+01:00

doesn't everyone need a fresh start sometimes?

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Bernstein on the go Ace tries on powerpads Mr Bean's Idea #2: Draw a map of the creases on your hand.

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Boiler Room // Fresh Prince of Bel-Air totally random trial shots Idea #1: Write a letter to yourself in the future.

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"And I don't know a soul who's not been batteredI don't have a friend who feels at easeI don't know a dream that's not been shatteredor driven to its knees"American Tune by Paul SimonMe neither. And that is why I have just about lost all tolerance for social pressures that ask us to bend ourselves and our real experiences in favour of something safer, easier, lighter, and

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I go for walks and read and eat. Sleep.I wake up and try it all again.The beauty is in that restlessness.

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for more information, move your cursor over to DynamicWorkz*trust me, he's worth it.

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Some days you feel like being immersed in the centre of a large group of people, engaging them, spurring them on with your stories. Some days you just want to sit in the corner, be in your own little world and not utter the smallest of noises. Some days you want to be loud, wear red, noisy jewelery dangling from your wrists, enter a room loudly. Some days you want to walk quietly by youself,

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"Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic

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Congrats to Jess and the boys - u guys were awesome.

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I'm a big fan of the little things in life. Ice cream cones. Water guns. . Chunks of honeycombs.

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time for some serious poking There is a quote from Picasso that says something to the affect of if he were imprisoned and had nothing to create with he would make a painting by licking the dust (or is it dirt?) off the floor of his cell. (I am paraphrasing quite a bit but you get the idea.)Yes, it is the ego that makes us fear failure and causes us to want to compete, but it is the soul

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Missing everyone at homeLife is a constantly morphing thing. Just when you think you know where it's all headed you wake up the next morning to a completely different view. The landscape has changed along with the seasons, but the trees are the same trees, only your view has changed. So you try to cling to the old things that used to comfort you, clinging to the familiar, but they provide little

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Little star of the distant skyYou know my sorrowYou look at my suffering.Come and tell me if she loves me a littleBecause I can no longerLive without his/her love. You are the starMy lighthouse of loveAnd you knowthat I will soon die.Come and tell me if she loves me a littleBecause I can no longerLive without her love.

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Fort Canning. Canning Walk. Fortress. Feel like I'm jumping all over the place to stay focused. Irony is so....ironic.

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Agyness gracing ID magazine for the may issue: I love all the different face moods she can adopt and her ability to remain feminine and sexy in clothes that fits a guy's body.

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pics from dearest TigerMomo note: bring me back to covent garden! nottinghill! oxford circus! whatever!

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here's what the guys at Heatherette (Richie Rich and Traver Rains) have at MAC for ya: say it isn't so!

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what do you do when you're early? you wait... and wait... ... and wait... ... and wait... ... and wait... ... and wait till time is up. And waited till 9pm to eat my first meal of the day Botak Jones from Deport RdIs it better to be grounded, stoic, rooted and firm at the foot... or to soar, quietly, recklessly, selfishly and wing to the air, dammit all? It'll be swell if I could

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ink them on my skin anon James Jean James Jean inhale. exhale. a commitment made button up for an alternative treatment if my sleep were an object it would be a worn piece of black paper torn into tiny pieces, rearranged, then sewn back together with fragments of thread that are unraveling before your eyes.

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but somehow sprinkled with wanderlust...

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17th March - Happiest Birthday, Maj! Long live the King Almighty! ... we miss you dearly - from Cayenne, POS and me. “Have You Ever Felt Like A Wounded Cow”Have you ever felt like a wounded cowhalfway between an oven and a pasture?walking in a trance toward a pregnantseventeen-year-old housewife’stwo-day-old cookbook?-Richard BrautiganI am angry, confused, sad, hurt, alone, pining, pained, like a

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Superflat Monogram - Takashi Murakami for Louis Vuitton Trembled Blossoms - James Jean for Prada

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Longchamp X Jeremy Scott - a piece for me. Aye. *pic via cobrasnake

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ebb & flowover i go over i godrifting along silently violentlypush & pulllet myself go

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... ... up up up until there's nothing left to breathe

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There are 5 types of failed libertine. The 1st type of failed libertine is unable (or unwilling) to achieve his aims, such as to bed the person he fancies, or to conquer a certain number or type of persons based on his constraints n/or mismatch between aspirations, abilities and strategy. We may call this failure as Under-Performer, if not a Non-Performer. The 2nd category gets physically harmed

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Deport Road new friendi am a series of stories all somehow related to me. told and retold over and over again and again and again. what am i?

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ah pek doing his thang @ orchardi believe this is yashica. sweet. Marcus. we boiled telephone porridge a decade ago party ppl at Play 3 layers. 3 individuals. bardancing lesbos absolutely my fave of the roll 'Long takes 3 to try on a shirt i still prefer lucky plaza's express bus. delayed gratification.hot lava rules. all.the.time. what can i say? try the skies if you're close enough

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Entitled Florid - Prada says it “represents the somewhat perverse intersection between Hieronymus Bosch and Aubrey Beardsley. The image depicts an intense landscape of man-eating flowers, dragons, hybrid creatures and eerie fairies.” Not to mention, this was the collaboration work of local LA artist James Jean. *click here and here to download 2 gigantic wallpapers.The Prada Fairies Bag is

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Spring BlossomAndy C how often do you get applauded for sprouting nonsense in the public?I do. All the time :)

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pork belly, pig intestines, beef tongue, premium aus beef etc etc etc... ... where's matthew?waiting for the bubblegooseink.me.right.here. one of my fave photographers: Terry Richardson - go check it out

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Birds trying to escape their drawing, 200590 x 128 x 6 cmAcid-free 115 gsm paper and glue Castle, 20076 x 6 x 3 mCut and folded from one piece of 350 gsm paper Impenetrable Castle, 2005Acid free A4 80 gsm paper and glue Looking back, 2006Acid free A4 115 gsm paper and glue"I find the materialization of a flat piece of paper into a 3D form as an almost magic process", says Callesen of his own work

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The photoshoot - colours, storyline & objects - somehow reminds me of Mark Ryden. Always nice to revisit his works every now and then. (Pictures from Zink Magazine)

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I prefer Garni by Eiji Furuya

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off to JBdrinking begins at 3pm chicken "gians"bagful of awesome goodness green chilli belachan sauce+mango/cucumber slices which part of the chicken is this ? obsessions du jourdo your math homemade snacks talk of the town @ the ghetto chillies+fish sauce to go withahhhhh yes 18 ringgit another day at Pu Tien current fave dish sometimes, it's worth it.end note:dear POS aka GLH, please do not

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visit the Guerilla Store if you're in Singaporemake a trip to DSM if you're in London

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The moon is closer to the sun than I am to anyone.

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Thurs @ Zoukbrother lurvin' accupuncture // pokey pokeyMy seemingly insincere moments are really my most sincere. Almost exactly how people think i’m being sarcastic when what i’m saying is completely serious.

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Comfort, security, outdated ideas and thoughts, habit, guilt, memories, fears, insecurities, expectations, stale relationships, the things and people we've convinced ourselves we need and can't let go of ... to name but a few of the ties that bind.What binds you?I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.-Virginia Woolf*post

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pictionary in no particular sequence...@ Gloria & Henry's Gloria's grand-dad's neat collectionjie jienana thy kingdom done, thy will be done *insider's joke mocking at the housewife So, someone told me yesterday that sometimes it's just smarter, and sometimes kinder, to hide your true feelings about something/someone. I think that might be a good piece of advice. Hmmm... ... Anyway, I've decided

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leftovers from Hokkaido homersfamily affair @ fishhead beehoon the momthe papthe boy

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I relish these quiet, reflective moments... the kind that you feel internally. They can be hard to come by and fleeting once found. It's something I appreciate too much to ever take for granted. Anyway, Merry Christmas and a Happy Happy New Year to everyone! I have a good feeling about next year. A really good feeling.

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KKH IPL//Diamond facial was freaking awesome...

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Same old tune, thousand different ways to variate and bring out its best.Same goes to Life... Have a good one! ~Angelies Earlnus~

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Today I am lonely, sad, confused, sickly, and dreadful-like.Quit being so cryptic, it’s fucking with my current emotional state.While I am equal or less to the amount of cryptism I use. We are just people.Why do we hide?

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So often, we do everything for everyone else that we don't really do anything special for ourselves. So what is your kryptonite? On that note, I leave you...

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Animated homage by Olivier Gondry for Beringer.

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ALTRUISM1 : unselfish regard for or devotion to the welfare of others2 : behavior by an animal that is not beneficial to or may be harmful to itself but that benefits others of its species

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Love is a state of being, and I defy people who reduce it to a feeling, a mere wisp of emotion. There is a strong, real difference between just feeling love and being actively involved in the process, even though it took me a long time to recognize it. I suppose I've had a bad experience with love. (Hasn't everyone?) I've mistaken it for many things – for infatuation, for companionship, for

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@ Pu Tien, Kitchener Rd @ Arts House MY: 3 posters for xmas, perhaps? I hope she took a pic of me taking a pic you know, elephants are incredibly sentimental creatures two cups untouched leave two hearts at large nice weather vs dull skies gloom and glum there's life in this concrete jungle13 days to Hokkaido... weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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I'm inspired: BooksActually sells typewriters, ya?baby lee's headshot cuteness at Robinson's toy department effortlessUncle R's pics @ Novus tlp minus bee hoon sotoBute Park, CardiffKurt,the only guy who calls me Molly like I own it. hope to see you in HK in CNY 08. curse LUCY!

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DICK FIGHT pontianak sightings Batam Nov '07 take the time to take my timeand empty it of me. there are only gapsi blink too fastand i can't tellthe things between.

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Girls just wanna have fun @ PLAYcourtesy of Uncle R. off to Batam. Yay!

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pimp this rideproud owner walk your talksmoking kills. life kills. grass is indeed greener on the other side25313 flipped collars phobia kicks in... and released A Closed Exhibition no more pictures of peoplein flimsy plastic framesthere is no more space on the walls of my heartfor one more toothsome grin for one more set of glinty eyes. already filled with pretty portraitsof the ones who do come

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"I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile. A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding of life's secrets and hidden things. A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and to be a symbol of my glorification of

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Leica D-Lux 3Lomo LCA+The White Stripes “MEG” edition Diana+ Ricoh GR Digital Leica Edition MP 3 LHSAA few weeks ago I directed a friend of mine to my website so she could check out pictures. I talked to her afterwards and asked her what she thought. “It looks great!” she said, and then added, “you sure have a lot of pictures!" “Yes, I do,” I had to admit sheepishly. And then when she asked

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My hope is that this diary becomes a snapshot journey of my life in both pictures and prose. A voyeuristic peak of how I see this world. It is an effort to photograph, especially the times with when I use film rather than digital cameras. Some of it will be stunning, some of it will be glamorous, a great deal of it will probably be mundane and prozaic. Besides the fact that I will probably come

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It doesn’t work, of course. This perverse determination to procrastinate is not the least bit relaxing; it gives me chills and makes me nauseous and feels like a hundred-pound weight on my shoulders. I won’t pretend for a moment that I’m proud of this behavior. It is sick and wrong and irresponsible. But the sick, wrong, irresponsible truth is that my broken spirit often reaches this point of

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Saigon Honestly, such a cinematic moment.*I've learnt that having the burden of caring about things/people is more rewarding than the effortless, weightlessness of caring about nothing.

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no pain no gain I say

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Thank you for taking us out from the humdrum of suburbia. Surely the rest think likewise.

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chinatown goodnessNDP party @ alex'strip to the museumjoss sticks incense prayersinked@POS's new hobby:old talentfamiliar face

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awesome spreads, don't you think? scans * Notcot : products * Colette

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I would like to think that I am a pretty great person. I would like to imagine that people like me and that I am in many ways the pinnacle of God’s creation.I don’t articulate that literally, of course… but, if I am to be brutally honest about it, that is the way I usually carry on my life.But no matter how many right answers I give or how many smug, self-centered jokes I tell, I still manage

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I kicked and I screamed.I plugged my ears and hollered at the top of my lungs.But sooner or later, you have to give up…… and admit that you are getting a cold.*sigh *

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home with the lucky number

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stef's Nina's assets fun at play nicked shelter from the rain no. 2 my very own ah pek glasses good ol' girlie fun ninabu, ryo and ken @ joo chiat BKT

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Baby Lee and Myself POS

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sweet ... get yours now via Arkitip

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packing involves: books (these are just a quarter of what I own!) catching up on sappy shows...just one in particular :D thinking twice before buying anything from Tiffany & Co. ... sorting out wants and notwants... (1/5 shown here)and last minute shopping which includes a... new toySuffice it to say, it came and went more quickly than I would have thought possible—and my surroundings have

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party @ RWCMD marquee, 6th July '07 marja, me & susannacollege brass lads think they were playing Queen's Bohemian Rhapsodypeter, jen & susanna Gspot tom, jen & i work it was this the YMCA number? who says you can't dance alone?demonic eyes. weird.center parted hair = angular jawlines. eeek. *nicked from Jen & co. Great night, happy times!

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which really means - i never want to not do something i want to do.everyone can read whatever they want from that.

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chanced upon this on WrongwroksYoshimoto Nara...love his works. Takashi Murakami

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It is entitled For the Love of God, apparently the exclamationhis mother gave upon hearing about the project.The human skull, that of a mid-thirty-year-old man was not merely encrusted with precious stones......but remade entirely. 32 platinum plates were made from its cast... ... before being hand-lasered with thousand of holes.The diamonds were then set individually into each hole.It took 8,601

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get myself out of this sinking feeling. Perhaps a little far too self-indulgent or naggingly procrastinating about endless issues, I've come to terms that this luxury of the idle isn't what I want for myself. As for the on-going search for what Nina calls, a "Falang" piece of accessory, I suppose delayed gratification makes life far more interesting. By the way, this song makes everything a

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students @ British Museum napping coupleGosh @ 39 Great Russell Street@ Neal's Yard, Covent GardenNational Gallery's Grand Tour @ West Endbrunch @ Notting HillPortobello Roadfood hall @ Harrodswelcome to the world of Steiffwho would pay 99 quid for a stiff-looking cat like this?! final stop @ Harrods@ Centrepointgood food+foul-faced staff@Tottenham Court Road macaroons from Laduréeif these are

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Don't breathe just yet...

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Walking to college at 6am when the sun is just about to break through the horizon and the city is moments from waking up, I feel like the lady Cardiff, she is mine and mine alone. The skies are soft ashen violet, freshly fallen rain blankets the empty streets, and the unborn dawn begins to blush with a sort of trandescent promise so delicate that I’m afraid my mere recognition might scare it away

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Once upon a time, I used to love blogging. When I would have a thousand ideas brimming in my head waiting to find a life on paper - when I wrote because I couldn’t not. When I checked my blog everyday without fail, often along with my morning coffee. When everyday I found something new to write or post about. And then thoughts that were not strictly useful for getting things done were pushed

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I don't get it. The examples are so random. But why would we want random labels? The whole point of labeling is to make it all that much less random, right? Which makes me think- the whole 'random is cool' thing, that's weird too. Because aren't they also about the 'searching for the meaning of life' thing as well? And those two are just at opposition with each other. To make things random would

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Ever stood in a crowd,in the midst of all your friends,yet never felt more alone?Maybe its because only you know yourself,only you understand what no one else can fathom,only you feel those things that evaporate before anyone else feels;no one except you yourself.Maybe because you're tired of explaining your ways to others,or how you see a star when everyone else is blinded in darkness,how every

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When I first left home, it was a sense of adventure. Maybe, adventure is not the right word. Curiosity, perhaps. The feeling of not knowing what lies ahead. The joy of embarking on a path where the destination is not clear. To break away from everything that you once thought you would do, and carve out your own path in the world. To pluck yourself out from your comfortable surroundings and throw

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Love is strange. It makes you feel like there is no one else in the world. And something this beautiful has to be unique. I bet no one else has ever felt this way before.But then why are there are so many amazing poets out there who seem to have read my mind and said it better than I could have imagined? Why do some songs seem to have been written just for me? Every once in a rare while, why do

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Bury this versefor it torments meWhisper it to the windit doesn’t care.

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I want this game. Bookopoly. And I don’t even like games. Seriously, I don’t. Board games and me, they are not a great mix. Scrabble is an exception. But other than Scrabble, board games for me are more like bored games. But look at this new game I have discovered.Here is a brief description of what goes on, in Bookopoly:Roll the dice and advance to Read. Collect Bookstores and trade them in for

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A hotel with its roots in Geylang, Hotel 81 is the site of unsanctioned hook-ups and hourly sex. A spectrum of ill-at-ease characters sweat, grunt and ejaculate within the confines of its paper-thin walls on a daily basis. One is just as likely to meet an unshaven Ah Pek with his two-bit mainland Chinese mistress, a bronzed NS man with his most recent prize, fumbling teenage couples terrified

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Ban the Bible documents some of the smut you'll find in the Bible, ready to corrupt people's minds. So, think about all these little kids who're being forced to read stuff in the Bible, like:"Yet she multiplied her whoredoms, in calling to remembrance the days of her youth, wherein she had played the harlot in the land of Egypt. For she doted upon their paramours, whose flesh is as the flesh of

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Check out my friend's amazing site @ Monster DollHere are my picks: Get them soon! They're selling like hotcakes!

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Adicolor featuring Fafi.

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Asians got soul eh

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