Monthly Archives / October 2007

How to be camsluts.

October 30, 2007 in Really useless vain pix / UK 43 Comments

A stinky dairy waste, a wacky bird and two veggies with their atas cameras in London are going through excruciating tests in mission to obtain the Certicicate of Camslutting. Test One: Public Camslutting Able to camslut at public places shamelessly. The more public the better. Example: Outside Harrods. Pose like no tomorrow. Oblivious to the […]

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Who doesn’t love Harrods!

October 28, 2007 in UK 36 Comments

Update About the new background, someone decided that he/she/shim it reeeeeeally hates cheeserland.com and splashed it with some ugly paint and drew some obscene graffiti too. Fuyoh. Which brave soul holds such vendetta against me, eh? It takes about one month of hard work to remove the stubborn paint. You can click and see who […]

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Cheese Curls Season 2

October 26, 2007 in Hair Cheat One™ 78 Comments

They re-permed my hair for free. This is how it looks now. Edit: Picture Removed.

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Cheese Curls

October 25, 2007 in Hair Cheat One™ 74 Comments

They say once you do it, you will never be straight again. It’s true though. I’m not straight anymore. O.o. Haha. I’m talking about hair. I’m loving my new curls. But they’re still ebony. For the first time in my life i decided that i’m done with straight hair. Sure it does look silky smooth […]

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I’m so blessed?

October 24, 2007 in Senti-Emmental 62 Comments

I’m slightly annoyed by things that happened after coming back from my holidays. Note that i added the word “slightly” because i sometimes i can’t help but love to exaggerate things. And now i wanna do just the opposite.   Everything is fine, baby.   When i’m upset i create a lot of vagarious capriccio […]

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A sea of marshmallow,

October 22, 2007 in Senti-Emmental 26 Comments

I saw. When i flew Emirates. On the way to Dubai actually, never mind the watermark.   I’m going to tell you a bizarre story about my flight.   Man, the randomness has hit me again. None of it chronologically accurate, just fragments of volatile memories floating aimlessly in my head, not knowing which pieces […]

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