Hello everyone!

Yes, it's Sue, finally being able to log in with NO PROBLEMS at all. after tripping through countless amounts of cybercafes (ok lah, maybe only 3), PLUS my school's internet (proxy not allowed, etc etc), AND my crashed to earth laptop, hail to me.

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So anyway. I was supposed to have posted information and even my precious pictures from the Mediacorp Radio Awards since what, last 2 tuesdays? UNTIL NOW. I"m sorry, dear FHM editor, you know I love you, but god has a problem with skinny boobless AND ass-less girls primping around the pool with nothing more than a bikini on. Tee hee.

Back on the subject, the event itself was pretty entertaining, I must admit. Even though my important position as a trophy girl would have felt even better if it wasn't so freezing cold in Shangri-La Hotel, all's good. How could one not feel the joy of all the deejays 'dressing to kill'? with Carrie Chong and her tight black and red outfit, and oh, NEVER forgetting those boots. Mark Richmond and all the others being nicely super blinged up by Daniel Boey and his fur shawl (yes, real fur), with all the other queerly dressed deejays, I would say it was a night for all to remember.

Although sadly I wasn't girly enough to own a gown to wear for my role, I THINK the ribbon worked wonders. Thanks Mr. Stylist Yang. *kisskiss* Even though I think I tripped over my own long black skirt like 53 times, it was still all good to see everyone so happy to get their trophies. So Grammys like, right anot guys?

Cheers. Let's all go drunk at Butter Factory~!

-Sue Ann