i have officially shifted to tumblr and am abandoning melliecouturedotwordpressdotcom

too many memories that are beautiful but painful to keep.

go ahead and victimize him and make me the witch, the whore, the bitch.

never once did any fucking one of you fucking asked for why i behaved as such, only pointing fingers and giving out snide remarks.

but you know what, why bother explaining? why bother defending? why even fucking bother about what you all fucking say about me when you all are behaving like immature people.

saying i am plastic? oh please. pot calling the kettle black. fucking say so much shit about me and then turn around and say that you all love me.

and when things turn out this way, call me a bitch again.

i have had enough. i am tired.

say whatever shit about me, i don’t give a flying fuck. tarnish my reputation, go ahead and trample on me because i really, honestly, do not give a damn.

will still update here from time to time, but in the meanwhile, www.godsavethequeer.tumblr.com is my new muse.

i promise you this, i never get boring, ever.

shopping like a mad woman and spending 3/4 of my pay on shoes, clothes, booze and quick fixes ain’t helping.

i need a new skin. a new mind which i can bear to live in.

bring me to euphoria.

repeat mode since 1987. i love this song.

but i love above and beyond even fucking more.

DANCE NATION.

come back to singapore please. come back and brain fuck us at zouk.

why oh why was i so stingy with myself on not spending that 600 bucks on that piece of fucking orgasmic eye candy?!!!

ANYBODY GOING JAPAN ANYTIME BEFORE NOVEMBER?! I NEED BOOTS FOR FALL/WINTER!

these baby would flatter your legs like a fucking tight condom to your cock. it is so oh sooooo fucking gorgeous.

electra montana’s shoes are dope. period. move over jimmy. you got owned.

OR THESEEEE!!!!

perforated thigh high boots. i don’t know which era do you belong to if you don’t love boots. what the fuck is there not to love about this sex machines. they are sexy, downright gorgeous and they skim your legs making it look like they belong to a supermodel.

fuck, i am depressed.

somebody get me the stella mccartney boots please. going for 1.2 k on net-a-porter.com. :(:(

cut my bangs and applied lipstick.

i am cleopatra reincarnated.

as sung by la roux (she is the sex, go listen to her):

this time baby, i’ll be bullet-proof.

so i am happy. not just contented happy. i am beyond exhilarated, like finally living my life kind of happy. i enjoy being like this. working till my hair drops, weight drops, everything drops, and then randomly packing my luggage and taking the hour long flight down to jakarta for the vibrant nightlife and the dynamic companionship.

i like getting busy with graduation for the entire 3 months, going for countless meetings and churning out articles after articles. i love the busy tempo that resounds in an endless house trance-like melody. enjoy going for crazy shopping and then dropping everything and travelling to a beautiful exotic place. (say hello japan in march 2011)

and i don’t need a man, sure, i love being in love. i love being wanted, being doted, being crazily in love that i want to drop everything and set sail into the endless horizons.

but love, love oh love. i love myself too much, and i am too proud to admit that. i always want the best for myself. and i don’t think any man can love me as much as i love myself. i am sorry, but the truth is that, you can never pamper me enough.

you have to stroke my ego, be prepared to watch me pack and leave because i need freedom and i need to stretch my wings to fly every once in a while. i get sick of the same old same old easily, and i have trust issues. break the trust and i will find it hard to believe that everything else said is the truth.

you can try to sweep me off my feet with chanel, with tiffany and co, even gucci, louis vuitton or dolce and gabanna. but honey, i love nothing more than high tea with good friends and forever21 sprees. keep trying and trying and trying.

keep trying. i promise, this time baby, i’ll be bullet proof.

as spoken by emelia: “we only have 1 life, might as well enjoy it”

i am having the ride of my life, are you?

so emelia is leaving for jakarta for good. no goodbyes, only see you again.

see you in bali, november.

long hair is so boring