Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
California Chrome clean sweep lah ! Will win by a tpl oreo length !:o
California Chrome clean sweep lah ! Will win by a tpl oreo length !:o
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Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alone
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Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
Nice video. Some points to take away:
1) Opposition in Sinkieland needs more level-headed female politicians of whatever political favour like the one shown.
2) Versatility – talking to children needs a different tone and demeanour than crossing swords with your opponents in Westminster.
3) @ 5:50 – you must first of all earn your own living, there’s no income in politics until you become a member of parliament.
4) @ 6:35 – how to deal with criticisms – ah the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune!
5) @ 7:47 to 12:08 - typical day for a Secretary of State - is your grossly overpaid PAP MiniSTAR even half as hardworking?
6) @10:40 – the Civil Service staff is permanent and does not change with each new Secretary of State so a vast store of knowledge is built up for them to draw on when they come into office – in other words the sky will not fall if you vote Opposition!
7) @21:40 – even young Ang Moh children are not afraid to ask tough questions of “figure of authority” – real conversation and not CONversation – when will Pinkie and Teo WhatHisName be men enough to field such questions?
8) Too many others to list, please help out …………………
[video=youtube;NIFaPKCv8ps]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIFaPKCv8ps[/video]
Nice video. Some points to take away:
1) Opposition in Sinkieland needs more level-headed female politicians of whatever political favour like the one shown.
2) Versatility – talking to children needs a different tone and demeanour than crossing swords with your opponents in Westminster.
3) @ 5:50 – you must first of all earn your own living, there’s no income in politics until you become a member of parliament.
4) @ 6:35 – how to deal with criticisms – ah the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune!
5) @ 7:47 to 12:08 - typical day for a Secretary of State - is your grossly overpaid PAP MiniSTAR even half as hardworking?
6) @10:40 – the Civil Service staff is permanent and does not change with each new Secretary of State so a vast store of knowledge is built up for them to draw on when they come into office – in other words the sky will not fall if you vote Opposition!
7) @21:40 – even young Ang Moh children are not afraid to ask tough questions of “figure of authority” – real conversation and not CONversation – when will Pinkie and Teo WhatHisName be men enough to field such questions?
8) Too many others to list, please help out …………………
[video=youtube;NIFaPKCv8ps]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIFaPKCv8ps[/video]
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Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
Zis thread only got uncles, no aunties? Neber see my avatar?
[video=youtube;i6t_RGHnOf4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6t_RGHnOf4[/video]
Zis thread only got uncles, no aunties? Neber see my avatar?
[video=youtube;i6t_RGHnOf4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6t_RGHnOf4[/video]
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
all the unkers here wanna tap that sweet juicy piece mah.......yummy.........
some ore she like to sio hoon ki that also means shes a swallower lor....double confirm plus chop.....
kekeke
all the unkers here wanna tap that sweet juicy piece mah.......yummy.........
some ore she like to sio hoon ki that also means shes a swallower lor....double confirm plus chop.....
kekeke
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
"young" (at least to the uncles here) decent looking girl in politics. I don't know why it's always about sex with everything when it's not even about sex. Take the chc trial and serina wee is singled out cos she's better looking.
You won't see this in other countries. Even in the US where sex is more open in music videos, on tv, internet etc ppl don't go like that. Say they have a young chio american girl in politics for example. Now some ppl are going to take notice but the media won't fawn over her. Ppl over there won't be going you know ah democrats and republicans......... OH LOOK CHIO BU!!! WAH sibeh SWEE AH!!! *fap fap fap*. In fact i feel the ppl over here are going to do that when they notice the chio american girl.
Sinkieland's politics is like this at least with nicole seah. Sinkie guys: Bloody PAP down with PAP support oppo!! Wow WP, NSP. Let's look at NSP candidates. GMS? eeeeee fuck la. Nicole seah....... WAH CHIO BU!!! WAH CHIO BU!!!! *fap fap fap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fap* *hours pass*
Sinkie guys: WTF is PAP and WP and NSP? What's my name?
"young" (at least to the uncles here) decent looking girl in politics. I don't know why it's always about sex with everything when it's not even about sex. Take the chc trial and serina wee is singled out cos she's better looking.
You won't see this in other countries. Even in the US where sex is more open in music videos, on tv, internet etc ppl don't go like that. Say they have a young chio american girl in politics for example. Now some ppl are going to take notice but the media won't fawn over her. Ppl over there won't be going you know ah democrats and republicans......... OH LOOK CHIO BU!!! WAH sibeh SWEE AH!!! *fap fap fap*. In fact i feel the ppl over here are going to do that when they notice the chio american girl.
Sinkieland's politics is like this at least with nicole seah. Sinkie guys: Bloody PAP down with PAP support oppo!! Wow WP, NSP. Let's look at NSP candidates. GMS? eeeeee fuck la. Nicole seah....... WAH CHIO BU!!! WAH CHIO BU!!!! *fap fap fap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fapfap fap* *hours pass*
Sinkie guys: WTF is PAP and WP and NSP? What's my name?
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
Jah says it all.
Jah says it all.
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
Nowhere to go but up: Nicole Seah, AsiaOne Diva News
In an emotional Facebook post last November, opposition party member Nicole Seah, 28, spoke of a year filled with self-doubt, physical exhaustion and death threats.
She tells Ankita Varma how it took a major meltdown for her to love herself again.
A friend once told me that your 20s are like walking in the wilderness. You have enough idealism for ambition but not enough experience to know right from wrong.
That statement couldn't be more true of the last four years of my life. My walk in the wilderness is more poignant only because, for years, everyone around me assumed I had my life all figured out.
Perhaps it's because I got into politics at 24. You would assume I have stellar academic records and a successful career, right?
In fact, I have none of these things. I was a mediocre B-average student throughout my school years. When I graduated from the National University of Singapore (NUS), I got a job at a public relations consultancy only after a six-month internship, during which I bought office supplies and made coffee runs.
Most surprisingly, I was apathetic about local politics until I enrolled at NUS.
Politics wasn't actively discussed in my household. I only knew that my parents had always supported the opposition. My mother had been against the government's Graduate Mother Scheme in the 1980s, having raised three well-educated children despite being a non-graduate herself. (Editor's note: This scheme provided financial benefits for mothers who were university graduates and school enrolment privileges for their children.)
The seeds of my political awakening were planted when I edited an independent online newspaper in NUS called The Campus Observer. I wrote about controversial topics like student complaints about private dormitory housing and the xenophobia foreign students faced. I was struck by how students remained apathetic to such issues and did not rally for change. It sparked a new consciousness in me.
Shortly after graduating, I joined the Reform Party, where I stayed for two years before leaving to join the National Solidarity Party (NSP).
"You look like a mei-mei"
I worked largely behind the scenes at the NSP. Having studied communications at NUS, I advised the party on how to deal with the media.
But when the party heads offered me the opportunity to run in the 2011 general elections, I gave it serious thought. My family was concerned about how it would impact my life and career. Still I decided to go for it.
Somehow, the idea of campaigning in Marine Parade - a constituency that hadn't been contested since 1992 - appealed to me.
The nine days of campaigning were a firestorm. We didn't have the time or resources to prep or train. The days before the election were a mad dash to raise money, print flyers and get campaign materials ready.
I was forced to go from a wallflower to addressing hundreds of thousands at political rallies. I remember rewriting the speech of my inaugural address over and over again, and practising to make sure it was clear and impactful.
I felt intense pressure to keep my guard up. One slip could cost me my reputation or lead others to brush me off as naive and inexperienced. I didn't want my youth to be thought of as a handicap.
But I was affected when people left nasty comments on my Facebook page attacking my age ("She looks like a mei-mei!"), appearance ("Her forehead looks like a horse's!") and intellect ("She's probably a bimbo"). Having strangers bash you is something you never get used to. Friends and family encouraged me, but I became a harsher critic of myself in a bid to prove the naysayers wrong.
"I saw my future in five-year blocks"
2011 was a watershed year for Singapore politics. Many Gen-Yers were voting for the first time and there was a presidential election the same year. I was fired up to see people interested in politics. But I also know how much more had to be done. Campaigning had exposed me to those who were falling through the cracks in society and this made me determined to run again for the 2016 elections.
Politics is all about staying relevant, so I jumped at every opportunity given to me post-election. I spoke at events, sat on panels, went on walkabouts and discussed policy at the grassroots level. I clocked 16-hour days on average. Days were spent at my advertising job.
Evenings I filled with talks, forums or walkabouts. Afterwards, I'd head back to the office to finish up work.
By 2012, I was pulling all-nighters, sometimes working till 6am. I had a never-ending to-do list.
Even cab rides were spent furiously thinking up talking points or planning speeches. If I had time for lunch, it would be a 10-minute affair at my desk.
Harder still was the emotional toll.
I had relatively no policymaking experience and felt out of my depth. I remember being invited to a panel session where I spoke alongside another opposition party member, a minister and an academic - all much older than I was, and more experienced. I forced myself to appear confident, but I thought I sounded superficial compared to the other panelists. I felt like a fraud.
I was so bent on proving myself that I allowed no room for mistakes. I guilt-tripped myself into working all the time. More than anything, I felt so alone. I found out that people whom I had thought were friends were gossiping about me. I didn't know who to talk to. It came to a point when I could only see my future in five-year blocks.
My only thought was: Am I doing enough to stay relevant for the next election?
And then there were the death and rape threats. They started right after the elections - every Facebook post I made was followed by vicious e-mails, with comments ranging from the mean ("Were you drunk when you wrote that?! You've lost my vote") to the frightening ("Are you still alive?"). Even my personal Twitter account wasn't spared. I lost track of the number of threats I received daily.
Netizens posted my office address and contact details, along with the time I usually got off work. I was paranoid when I left the office, knowing that someone could be watching me.
The worst incident was a call the office receptionist unknowingly put through to me. I picked it up and heard breathing followed by two minutes of maniacal laughter. I should've hung up but I was so shocked; my arms were covered in goosebumps.
Early last year, I began noticing that a piece of pink tinsel would be tied to my gate every day. I also received illegible notes, left at my door.
When I left my house in the mornings, I would see a woman in her early 30s lurking around my estate, often staring at me from behind a pillar. But I couldn't confront her without evidence. The "gifts" at my door continued for weeks until she finally wrote her name and address in one of her notes. I went straight to the police. I still periodically receive tinsel now, but much less frequently than before.
I didn't share all this with my family as I didn't want them to panic. I bottled it up and maintained a brave front. But soon, it would blow up.
"My body shut down"
The day I got my first anxiety attack started innocently enough. I was at work when my family SMS-ed me to say my grandmother had been diagnosed with third stage stomach cancer.
Something inside me snapped - my hands shook and I had trouble breathing. I got up to walk out for fresh air but ended up blacking out for a few minutes in the hallway. When I came to, I shrugged it off as a one-off thing.
A few weeks later, I contracted dengue. I spent nearly a month in and out of the hospital for IV drips and blood tests. Even after I recovered, I felt sickly and fatigued. After a month and a half of deteriorating health, I had to quit my job.
Two months later, in April last year, a friend introduced me to an entrepreneur who worked with technology companies in India. He offered me a position where I'd help acquire business for the company. I accepted his offer as it came at a time I was desperate for a clean slate.
But I would soon realise that the job wasn't for me. There was a cultural mismatch with the way companies over there do business. My forward personality was not taken too well either, in fact male clients often ignored me when I was speaking. In September - four months into the job - I was asked to leave.
By this time, my health and emotions had taken a real beating.
Friends and family began commenting worriedly about my appearance, which had been whittled to skin and bones.
On Oct 1, a family friend checked me into a hospital, where I stayed for 18 days, cut off from the world. I turned off my phone. I spent my time sleeping and reading, and saw only close friends and family.
After I was discharged, I kept my phone off for three weeks and stayed off social media. I never sought professional help, relying on my family and friends for encouragement. Only their opinions mattered - everything else was just noise.
Perhaps the meltdown was for the best - for the first time in two years, I was forced to take a break.
I know now that much of the pressure that resulted in my breakdown was self-imposed. I didn't let myself enjoy the opportunities I was given, choosing instead to doubt myself. The drive to prove myself was the most destructive.
I've realised that the public scrutiny will never go away. After I shared my story on Facebook, a picture I uploaded of my then-partner sparked speculation that I was dating a married man.Instead of supporting me through the ordeal, he left me to deal with the aftermath alone. Concerned about his reputation, he distanced himself from me.
Though I would have struggled silently in the past, this time I refused. I ended the eight-month relationship, and I'm now single and happier than before.
The biggest lesson I've learnt from 2013 is to be kinder to myself. I spent two years telling myself I wasn't good enough. Now, I know it's okay to fail. You know what's great about starting from ground zero? There's nowhere to go but up. I'm excited about 2014, including my move to Thailand for my new job at an advertising agency.
Will I stand for election in 2016? Your guess is as good as mine. I'll still be very involved in the NSP during the elections and my goal will always be to serve Singapore - but whether I do that as a politician remains to be seen.
Nowhere to go but up: Nicole Seah, AsiaOne Diva News
In an emotional Facebook post last November, opposition party member Nicole Seah, 28, spoke of a year filled with self-doubt, physical exhaustion and death threats.
She tells Ankita Varma how it took a major meltdown for her to love herself again.
A friend once told me that your 20s are like walking in the wilderness. You have enough idealism for ambition but not enough experience to know right from wrong.
That statement couldn't be more true of the last four years of my life. My walk in the wilderness is more poignant only because, for years, everyone around me assumed I had my life all figured out.
Perhaps it's because I got into politics at 24. You would assume I have stellar academic records and a successful career, right?
In fact, I have none of these things. I was a mediocre B-average student throughout my school years. When I graduated from the National University of Singapore (NUS), I got a job at a public relations consultancy only after a six-month internship, during which I bought office supplies and made coffee runs.
Most surprisingly, I was apathetic about local politics until I enrolled at NUS.
Politics wasn't actively discussed in my household. I only knew that my parents had always supported the opposition. My mother had been against the government's Graduate Mother Scheme in the 1980s, having raised three well-educated children despite being a non-graduate herself. (Editor's note: This scheme provided financial benefits for mothers who were university graduates and school enrolment privileges for their children.)
The seeds of my political awakening were planted when I edited an independent online newspaper in NUS called The Campus Observer. I wrote about controversial topics like student complaints about private dormitory housing and the xenophobia foreign students faced. I was struck by how students remained apathetic to such issues and did not rally for change. It sparked a new consciousness in me.
Shortly after graduating, I joined the Reform Party, where I stayed for two years before leaving to join the National Solidarity Party (NSP).
"You look like a mei-mei"
I worked largely behind the scenes at the NSP. Having studied communications at NUS, I advised the party on how to deal with the media.
But when the party heads offered me the opportunity to run in the 2011 general elections, I gave it serious thought. My family was concerned about how it would impact my life and career. Still I decided to go for it.
Somehow, the idea of campaigning in Marine Parade - a constituency that hadn't been contested since 1992 - appealed to me.
The nine days of campaigning were a firestorm. We didn't have the time or resources to prep or train. The days before the election were a mad dash to raise money, print flyers and get campaign materials ready.
I was forced to go from a wallflower to addressing hundreds of thousands at political rallies. I remember rewriting the speech of my inaugural address over and over again, and practising to make sure it was clear and impactful.
I felt intense pressure to keep my guard up. One slip could cost me my reputation or lead others to brush me off as naive and inexperienced. I didn't want my youth to be thought of as a handicap.
But I was affected when people left nasty comments on my Facebook page attacking my age ("She looks like a mei-mei!"), appearance ("Her forehead looks like a horse's!") and intellect ("She's probably a bimbo"). Having strangers bash you is something you never get used to. Friends and family encouraged me, but I became a harsher critic of myself in a bid to prove the naysayers wrong.
"I saw my future in five-year blocks"
2011 was a watershed year for Singapore politics. Many Gen-Yers were voting for the first time and there was a presidential election the same year. I was fired up to see people interested in politics. But I also know how much more had to be done. Campaigning had exposed me to those who were falling through the cracks in society and this made me determined to run again for the 2016 elections.
Politics is all about staying relevant, so I jumped at every opportunity given to me post-election. I spoke at events, sat on panels, went on walkabouts and discussed policy at the grassroots level. I clocked 16-hour days on average. Days were spent at my advertising job.
Evenings I filled with talks, forums or walkabouts. Afterwards, I'd head back to the office to finish up work.
By 2012, I was pulling all-nighters, sometimes working till 6am. I had a never-ending to-do list.
Even cab rides were spent furiously thinking up talking points or planning speeches. If I had time for lunch, it would be a 10-minute affair at my desk.
Harder still was the emotional toll.
I had relatively no policymaking experience and felt out of my depth. I remember being invited to a panel session where I spoke alongside another opposition party member, a minister and an academic - all much older than I was, and more experienced. I forced myself to appear confident, but I thought I sounded superficial compared to the other panelists. I felt like a fraud.
I was so bent on proving myself that I allowed no room for mistakes. I guilt-tripped myself into working all the time. More than anything, I felt so alone. I found out that people whom I had thought were friends were gossiping about me. I didn't know who to talk to. It came to a point when I could only see my future in five-year blocks.
My only thought was: Am I doing enough to stay relevant for the next election?
And then there were the death and rape threats. They started right after the elections - every Facebook post I made was followed by vicious e-mails, with comments ranging from the mean ("Were you drunk when you wrote that?! You've lost my vote") to the frightening ("Are you still alive?"). Even my personal Twitter account wasn't spared. I lost track of the number of threats I received daily.
Netizens posted my office address and contact details, along with the time I usually got off work. I was paranoid when I left the office, knowing that someone could be watching me.
The worst incident was a call the office receptionist unknowingly put through to me. I picked it up and heard breathing followed by two minutes of maniacal laughter. I should've hung up but I was so shocked; my arms were covered in goosebumps.
Early last year, I began noticing that a piece of pink tinsel would be tied to my gate every day. I also received illegible notes, left at my door.
When I left my house in the mornings, I would see a woman in her early 30s lurking around my estate, often staring at me from behind a pillar. But I couldn't confront her without evidence. The "gifts" at my door continued for weeks until she finally wrote her name and address in one of her notes. I went straight to the police. I still periodically receive tinsel now, but much less frequently than before.
I didn't share all this with my family as I didn't want them to panic. I bottled it up and maintained a brave front. But soon, it would blow up.
"My body shut down"
The day I got my first anxiety attack started innocently enough. I was at work when my family SMS-ed me to say my grandmother had been diagnosed with third stage stomach cancer.
Something inside me snapped - my hands shook and I had trouble breathing. I got up to walk out for fresh air but ended up blacking out for a few minutes in the hallway. When I came to, I shrugged it off as a one-off thing.
A few weeks later, I contracted dengue. I spent nearly a month in and out of the hospital for IV drips and blood tests. Even after I recovered, I felt sickly and fatigued. After a month and a half of deteriorating health, I had to quit my job.
Two months later, in April last year, a friend introduced me to an entrepreneur who worked with technology companies in India. He offered me a position where I'd help acquire business for the company. I accepted his offer as it came at a time I was desperate for a clean slate.
But I would soon realise that the job wasn't for me. There was a cultural mismatch with the way companies over there do business. My forward personality was not taken too well either, in fact male clients often ignored me when I was speaking. In September - four months into the job - I was asked to leave.
By this time, my health and emotions had taken a real beating.
Friends and family began commenting worriedly about my appearance, which had been whittled to skin and bones.
On Oct 1, a family friend checked me into a hospital, where I stayed for 18 days, cut off from the world. I turned off my phone. I spent my time sleeping and reading, and saw only close friends and family.
After I was discharged, I kept my phone off for three weeks and stayed off social media. I never sought professional help, relying on my family and friends for encouragement. Only their opinions mattered - everything else was just noise.
Perhaps the meltdown was for the best - for the first time in two years, I was forced to take a break.
I know now that much of the pressure that resulted in my breakdown was self-imposed. I didn't let myself enjoy the opportunities I was given, choosing instead to doubt myself. The drive to prove myself was the most destructive.
I've realised that the public scrutiny will never go away. After I shared my story on Facebook, a picture I uploaded of my then-partner sparked speculation that I was dating a married man.Instead of supporting me through the ordeal, he left me to deal with the aftermath alone. Concerned about his reputation, he distanced himself from me.
Though I would have struggled silently in the past, this time I refused. I ended the eight-month relationship, and I'm now single and happier than before.
The biggest lesson I've learnt from 2013 is to be kinder to myself. I spent two years telling myself I wasn't good enough. Now, I know it's okay to fail. You know what's great about starting from ground zero? There's nowhere to go but up. I'm excited about 2014, including my move to Thailand for my new job at an advertising agency.
Will I stand for election in 2016? Your guess is as good as mine. I'll still be very involved in the NSP during the elections and my goal will always be to serve Singapore - but whether I do that as a politician remains to be seen.
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
I see the invisible filthy hand of White Scums in all these:
1) Scare off quality females from coming forward as Opposition candidates;
2) When quality female candidates do take up the challenge warn Sinkies that these could turn out to be Nicole Seahs with no emotional control;
3) By such tactics hold on to the female vote which being more kiasu and kiasi will be for White Scums but may be swayed by quality female personalities;
4) Whether Nicole is a mole or gahbra does not matter, the effect is the same.
I see the invisible filthy hand of White Scums in all these:
1) Scare off quality females from coming forward as Opposition candidates;
2) When quality female candidates do take up the challenge warn Sinkies that these could turn out to be Nicole Seahs with no emotional control;
3) By such tactics hold on to the female vote which being more kiasu and kiasi will be for White Scums but may be swayed by quality female personalities;
4) Whether Nicole is a mole or gahbra does not matter, the effect is the same.
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Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
She smokes meh? haven't heard that before.
all the unkers here wanna tap that sweet juicy piece mah.......yummy.........
some ore she like to sio hoon ki that also means shes a swallower lor....double confirm plus chop.....
kekeke
She smokes meh? haven't heard that before.
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
FUCK YOU!!! :oIo:
FUCK YOU!!! :oIo:
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
Finally a lucid posting from Jah which i can comprehend!
+3
Finally a lucid posting from Jah which i can comprehend!
+3
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
belmont is banning nasal strips. chrome will have to get well to win it. it was coughing and having sinuses when it won the preakness. must be allergies to east coast pollen. :p
belmont is banning nasal strips. chrome will have to get well to win it. it was coughing and having sinuses when it won the preakness. must be allergies to east coast pollen. :p
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
How you know she loves to sio hoon ki? She likes Red or Menthol? She can have my cigar if she wants..
all the unkers here wanna tap that sweet juicy piece mah.......yummy.........
some ore she like to sio hoon ki that also means shes a swallower lor....double confirm plus chop.....
kekeke
How you know she loves to sio hoon ki? She likes Red or Menthol? She can have my cigar if she wants..
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
Bro, they are sinkies...sinkies are not first world in their behaviour..same as the pathetic fucktards here.
Ang moh are the best.
Bro, they are sinkies...sinkies are not first world in their behaviour..same as the pathetic fucktards here.
Ang moh are the best.
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
nicole seah, you are always on our mind, i am speaking on behalf of sammyboy bros...:o
we will always sappork you, never mind about those siao char bors who wrote bad about you...OK!
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nicole seah, you are always on our mind, i am speaking on behalf of sammyboy bros...:o
we will always sappork you, never mind about those siao char bors who wrote bad about you...OK!
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Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
She needs to meet an old man like me. Sure happy gal. Why follow the young and reckless?
She needs to meet an old man like me. Sure happy gal. Why follow the young and reckless?
Re: Nicole Seah ends relationship after boyfriend leaves her to face media storm alon
She yet to know the meaning Old is Gold..:p
She yet to know the meaning Old is Gold..:p
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