Met up with Wenqing yesterday before she departs Singapore for Hungary in the following week. Kelvin, his friend and Jesslyn were there too. Jesslyn and I arrived at Wenqing's house, and she was still sleeping. =.= So Jesslyn and I set to work trying to complete the jigsaw puzzle I mentioned the other time, and then we all went to Cineleisure for lunch, which later became dinner. Zzzz. Had Shokudo's for the first time ever, and I really like it! Wasn't really keen on trying it before since the fusion of Japanese and Western/Italian seemed weird to me, but I had the carbonara and it was yummy!:
The best though, has still gotta be the ice-blended green tea matcha with ice-cream!:
Qing and Kelvin:
Me and Jesslyn:
Us with Wenqing:
Was gonna walk around town after that but Wenqing was lazy so we all went home.
Remember Pudding and her Schnauzer babies? Well they're all grown up now! All of them have names and they're super-cute! There's Piyo (the fattest one), Diamond, Koala, Precious and ummm.... I can't remember that last one. Haha. But they're smart and cute, and get this - already toilet-trained! I went to visit them yesterday!:
All of them in their smelly cage!:
Coming out to play:
Mummy Pudding:
Wrestling! =D:
Scooby!:
With Piyo:
Random camwhoring - Joyce's hands are soooo small!:
Haha, Scooby is adorable!:
Scooby and Pudding conquered Crystal Mountain........:
................... LOL!!!!!!!! I couldn't stop laughing when they climbed up my back, like, "What's going on, folks?" Hahahaha. Look at Pudding's face!
On another note altogether, Jolin Tsai is coming to Singapore... TOMORROW! Woohoo! Again! I always look forward to seeing her, NEVER looking forward to the queuing-up-and-waiting-part! I haven't even gotten her album yet. I paid the fanclub to get the Taiwan version and now Jolin herself is already coming but my album is not even here yet. -___- I'm gonna hound the chairman for it soon, while in the meantime getting a whole new one at Music Junction tomorrow. Annoying, really!!!
Gotta get to bed for star-gazing tomorrow, goodnight!
Hello one and all. May I bring to your attention a person by the name of Steve Cox, or full name Steven Marshall Cox. Remember this face, for he wants to be famous:
Why do I want to blog about him, you might ask? Well, because I know him. I knew him through MySpace quite awhile back, long enough for me to forget when it exactly was. And mentioning his name in my Perth trip just made it sound all wrong to me, so I tried my best not to. He is originally from Darlington, UK and he moved to Perth 5 years back for work as a welder. And now I must mention him because this motherfucker hacked all my accounts after I came back from Perth.
I stayed at his apartment when I was there. He was staying with his mate Warren, and Warren's girlfriend, Fiona. For the first half of the trip before I went to stay with Ah Boon, I had the worst time. Knowing Steve, he seemed like quite a nice person. At first. But in person, it was a totally different story altogether. Long story cut short, I wasn't the least bit interested. So not interested that I cringed whenever I came into contact with his skin when taking something from his hands, for example. And I guess it bruised his humongous ego and made him take this childish step for revenge by hacking all my accounts. He hacked and deleted my Modelmayhem account, my public Facebook account and my YouTube account. When I came back from a shoot the other day, I found emails in my inbox from several websites stating that I would like to change my login email to denhim_@hotmail.com when I NEVER even initiated that. He almost got my blog too, but I left my computer on before I left the house and I didn't exit my browser and was still logged in, so I could change the login email back to mine or I wouldn't even be able to be here blogging right now.
I used his computer to go online while I was in Perth, and I guess I deleted history but not cookies. Then again, I have MSN chat history proving that he once hacked random strangers' computers for fun because he has a keylogger program allowing him to do that, so I seriously don't know if it would help if I deleted cookies too. He would pose as a girl and get to know random dudes, persuade them for their MSN contact so it'd be easier to chat and then send them a hot girl's picture, claiming that it's "her". But of course he attached the keylogger to the picture too, so that when the guy opens up the picture, his computer will get infected and Steve would have access. And then he would flip their screen upside-down, make their cursor go crazy or change the wallpaper to gay porn. He boasted that he even once got a guy's credit card details but didn't use it to go shopping because "it was a crime". Now I wouldn't be surprised if he did and lied about it. Yes, it was my grave mistake to even use his computer at all.
The moderators of Facebook and Modelmayhem were good enough to get my accounts back for me, but I cannot say the same for YouTube. My viewerships, my subscriptions and my 70-over videos that I painstakingly uploaded, and more than a hundred favourites are all gone. I am still trying. Sometimes I would leave my computer on overnight just to upload those videos, but they're all deleted now and I didn't even do it. FUCKER. So for now, sorry if you try to play a video and it doesn't work because the link is broken by this son of a bitch.
You know when I came back from my photo shoot, I had no idea that denhim_@hotmail.com was even him. Until I decided to Google that email address and came to this forum where this person left comments. The forum was linked to these 2 websites, but before that, let me warn you first that it's porn:
http://www.daddys-girl.net/home.htm says that, "This site covers subjects of pants wetting, accidents, adult babies, bedwetting, role-playing, ageplay and wearing nappies in a sexual context."
Anyway, I made the link when I saw these (please click to enlarge):
How many people in Perth came from England in 2004-2005 and how many people use the nickname "perth_funk"? And let's not forget that his MySpace profile is "STEVEFUNK": http://www.myspace.com/stevefunk
HE is perth_funk because after I went to Ah Boon's place, I blocked and deleted him on my MSN. When I came back to Singapore, he added me at another address: perth_funk@hotmail.com, telling me how sorry he is that my trip turned out that way and he wanted to talk to me. An idiot would see that the nickname and the email matches. I granted his add and told him I didn't want to talk to him. He was all pathetic like, "Please crystal, can we talk pls." He wanted to know why I disliked him so much, so I told him straight in the face how I hated his actions, the way he spoke, how he told me on MSN that he had no body odour but wowza, his B.O would put any skunk to shame. He was spraying deodorant right in front of me and saying, "I stink. I'm a stinky person." Sure, but that wasn't what he said before. I hated the way he would make random noises with his mouth while doing things like surfing the Net. For God's sake, just shut the fuck up already. When he walked and accidentally bumped his head into a tree branch that was hanging a bit too low, his reaction was so huge, looking around to see if anyone saw him. Who would wanna look at him though? I hated all these little actions and FINE, that's just me. I didn't say he has to change, it's just the way it is. But the way he was so persistent and trying too hard only made me all the more irritated. On MSN, he told me that "cheating is never okay". Oh reallyyyyyy? Then what is that he wrote on the forum about how he doesn't wanna meet up or anything as he already has a girlfriend but would love to chat on MSN or even through email? I wonder how many girls fell for his trap. Now isn't that cheating in the simplest form? DUH.
I don't know why he isn't sick of this yet. I mean, he's seriously psycho. I think he needs to see a shrink. I see a pattern. Actually when I arrived back in Singapore, he demanded for his money back the very next day, the money he willingly spent on me. He said he wouldn't stop asking until he got it. He even asked me for petrol money! LOL. Who the fuck asks for petrol money?! I ignored him, and then he added me on MSN with that other address, begging to talk and all, showing remorse. I said what I wanted to say, and then blocked and deleted him again. He text me again after I went offline, asking for his money. Again, I ignored him. And so again, he got angry and started calling me names, saying, "Righto have it your way. Keep the money, u need it more than me anyway. Oh and u might wanna wax your top lip. Few black hairs there. Not a good look"
LMAO. Did he seriously think attacking my image would make me pay him back the money? That has gotta be the most petty rebuttal anyone has ever said to me. And it's damn funny. Yes, I have a moustache on my upper lip. I wish there was some way I could show you people. Maybe next time when you all see me in person, you'd see it. But which girl doesn't have facial hair? I'm not a smooth plastic Barbie doll, man. I'm human. And I would have gone to wax it off long ago if I wanted to. But in Taiwan, they say girls with a moustache are pretty. Jolin Tsai has a moustache! And she's hot. I think before you go telling people what to do with their looks and all, maybe you should reflect on yourself first and like, go for an operation to remove your sweat glands in the armpits or something. It might do a little something for your B.O.
Now let's just say I do owe you money. Well then, who's going to pay me back for the one week of pay I forfeited when I couldn't accept jobs because I was in Perth? Take a basic 4-day event I do with a basic pay of $250/day. That makes 1k. You asked me back for $600 Aussie dollars. So... Does that mean you owe me a balance of $400? Full of nonsense.
A couple of days later, I got an email from him again. HERE YOU GO, read it people!:
hey crystal
before you delete this please take time to read.
first off i want to apologise for every hurtfull word i have ever said to you. i know "sorry" will never erase what was said, nor will it ever change things but i am truely sorry and feel remorse. you didnt deserve to be spoken to like i did to you. i know i am a contradicting asshole, but harsh words were said in the heat of the moment. we all make mistakes, a guy hasnt been born who hasnt made one.
you may think im a pathetic loser for even writing this email. but this email showes you that i care about your feelings, even after what was said and done.
i know you hate try hards, and im guilty for doing so. but i told you even before you came that i wanted you to have the bestest trip ever. i failed in doing that, and that makes me feel like shit. it seems my best wasnt good enough. :(
ok, now my body odor....ok that hurt when you said that. im sorry if i stunk, serioulsy i wish you had told me. how was i supposed to know that i stunk that bad. i do use deodorant, but if you had just gave me a friendly "hey steve, you stink" that would of been all it would of taken for me to get the hint. i thought we were honest and open with each other. what happened to truth and truth game.
as for my accent, well yeah i know its strong, but come on...i cant help where i was born and raised. but like my ozzie friend said to me, "you get used to it". he had trouble listening to me at 1st, now he has no problem.
ok, now i am going to tell you something that only my very close friends know about, and since you asked when we last spoke, where is my mother?...
she lives in spain with my stepdad. the reason why she kicked me out of the house, well thats a huge story and if your not intersted then stop reading now.
mam and dad split when i was 11 going on 12. they would argue all the time, fighting and screaming at each other. (guess thats why i shouted at you) :( dad left for a younger woman, and moved out of town. my mam met another guy who already had 2 grown up children and had left home. so for my stepdad to move in with 2 teenage kids running amuck, he put his foot down, and man was he strict.
to cut a long story short, my brother left home at 16 coz he couldnt stand my stepdad, so that left just me. then my stepdad made it difficult for me to live there, coz he just wanted my mam for himself with no spotty kid living there. i couldnt do right for doing wrong. everything i did wrong ended up in us arguing and them threatening me to kick me out. even at 15 they said "once you have left school, you get a job and your moving out" and "dont think your staying here untill your 25, your out as soon as you get a job" blah blah blah...........
well anyway, i had only left school 2 months, was at welding school learning how to weld at the time. then one morning my mother again shouting at me just because i turned the freezer in the garage off. the same old "i wish you would just get out of the house!!" line came out. then that was that, i lost it. i called her all the names under the sun, was really really upset, crying my eyes out, bawling like a baby. i had had enough. i was already packing my clothes when my stepdad came home. he found me in the bathroom and punched me into the bath tub. this guy is an ex middle weight boxer. he pounded me and my mam was dragging him off me.
it was the darkest day off my life
i left that day and have never seen or spoken to them since, nor will i ever. the next few weeks was spent living on my mates couch until i picked up the pieces of my broken life. dad wasnt interested. he just said, "now you know why i left her". he didnt even offer me a bed at his place, hence why i resent him.
the next few years were hard, very hard. no money, no direction, suicidal thoughts. you name it, i was at rock bottom.
i managed to get a job at my stepmams work place and complete my apprenteship. but i just had to get out of the uk as there was to many bad memories there and i was stuck in a dead end job. i needed a fresh start.
thats why i came to oz. i moved on my own with only $8,000 i managed to save and 1 suitecase.
maybe thats why i wasnt so supportive when you 1st came here. i know you missed your friends and family when you 1st arrived, but i didnt take into account just how much.
anyways, thats what happened in a nutshell. im not sure why i have spilled my guts. i dont expect it will change anything between us. maybe it will help you tune into why i am the way i am..i dont know :S
if we never see or speak again crystal. i really really hope you have a great life and you find your knight in shining armour. unfortunatly i wasnt him. good luck with your modeling career and i hope you become a great dog groomer. you deserve the best of everything.
sad as it sounds, i do miss you.
steve x
Yelling at me just because your parents used to yell at you. SEE A SHRINK. So he went all sad and boohoohoo (againnnnnnn) and when I didn't even flippin' reply that email, he hacked my accounts. CHILDISH S.O.B.
How many people have a fetish for schoolgirls and stuff like that? I KNOW because when I went for Avril's Singapore concert and I dressed like her in a schoolgirl skirt like in Girlfriend, he left a comment on my MySpace saying (again, click to enlarge):
I cannot get the whole screen but you can see my feet, it's this picture:
So I linked it all up in my head and YES, I was furious. I called him and confronted him about it and I recorded the conversation but he denied. Naturally. He was like, "What are you on about? What are you talking about? Why are you suddenly accusing me of hacking into your accounts?" He said I planted a virus into his computer the other time. And I think that's bullshit because I used the computer after he did and the first website I went to was Facebook. Everyone knows Facebook is legitimate, there could never be a virus on there. But the browser window kept on exiting by itself. He asked me what I did to his computer but I didn't do anything at all. That auto-exit thing could just be his damn Trojan keylogger acting up, so don't push the blame to me and say I planted a virus. I don't even know how to plant one in the first place, for God's sake. I threw all the proof into his face and I guess he had nothing better to say to defend his psycho behaviour 'cos he hung up on me. I was totally done with this shit, but he wasn't. When I was at the F1 Fuel party, he text me. And I took pictures of his SMSes and my replies. Yes, literally. Because I don't want anyone to say I'm lying when I have proof that he confessed to hacking my accounts when just the night before, he went all like "what are you talking about?" Here they are:
My reply:
His:
I was very, very angry, yes. Because now I had a direct confession. And I seriously had nothing to say about this immense childishness. I mean, c'mon man. Hacking my accounts just because I didn't like you back? Just because you didn't get what you wanted? Would hacking my accounts make me like you after that? NO IT WOULDN'T. It would never. I chose not to reply because I thought it was pointless to entertain an asshole like him. BUT he text me again:
Holy shit. I didn't reply and he had the audacity to text me AGAIN. Sorry I had to censor some bits to protect people's identities. So I said:
He replied:
Well, I didn't reply after that because my last SMS to him said I wouldn't, and I didn't. But here now, let me say this: DUDE. Listen to yourself, you sound stupid.
First of all, okay... Digging up a teeny bit of my history to hurt me is not going to work because I am soooo over that already. And who are you to tell me I am looking at a lonely future? So you're Jesus now? I am 23, you are 31. Who's having more of a lonely future RIGHT NOW, estranged from their family and working their ass off and not having a partner? For your info, I'm still staying with my family, so can't be me. =) Dishing out "advice" to me now when the best advice you can give yourself is to hack my accounts to nurse your pathetic ego. HA.
I do know my modelling days are numbered. I know perfectly well of that fact. So? Precisely because I know, I am venturing into other things like pet grooming and maybe even tuition for kids (which I've done before) to supplement my pet grooming lesson fees. At least I can do those stuff. What about you? Welding school all the way, welding job after graduation. Is that all you can do? Oh, no. I forgot. You are a g-string waiter as well! "Hi, my name is Steve Cox. I'm a welder on weekdays and a g-string waiter at hen parties on weekends. Nice to meet you!":
Fair enough, you might call hen parties "events" as well. I do events too. But I can guarantee you that at any time of the day, my events are more high-class than yours because at least I don't serve drinks in a g-string and let men bite my ass just because they feel like it. I cannot afford the places you've been to. YET. Why? Because I am 23. Don't count your chicks before they hatch, man. Who knows, by the time I'm 31, I might have been to more places than you have when you were 31. Maybe you might be broke by the time you're 35 and have no one to turn to blah blah. So shuddup. I have earned more than 3k in a week doing motorshows, and then moving on to do something else that doesn't pay me as much but at least I am enjoying it. So I see you love to weld your ass off in that mask and watch sparks fly all day and night. Good for you. Are you happy? Even better! Self-delusion.
So here you call me an SPG. The pot calling the kettle black, peeps. Look at this (click to enlarge):
An Australian magazine once interviewed him and on the lower left corner, you see the question asking: Blonde, brunettes or redheads? And to the world, he said, "Actually, I prefer Asian women." So YEAH, don't call me an SPG when you told the world you have yellow fever yourself.
Hate me, sure. Because I already hate you. I was nice all the way, helping you look for a job here in Singapore when you thought of coming here. Thank God you didn't get it, Singapore would hate to have you. Granted, you gave me a roof over my head when I was in Perth. BUT is it my fault that the first impression you gave me sucked to the max? No. And if you can't deal with it just the way it is, then you have no one else to blame but yourself. Dealing with it = hacking my accounts. Childish and psychotic. Your best mate staying with you - he is a policeman working in Cannington. Sad, isn't it. He doesn't know what his best friend has been doing right under his nose. And as for Fiona, I hope she watches out for herself since she doesn't know she's staying with a pervert with a bed-wetting fetish.
If you think I've gone too far, well then I'm sorry. Because you already crossed the line big-time when you hacked my accounts. YOU made me feel vulnerable. How do you feel now? You brought this upon yourself, so please don't come blaming me. Leave me alone for good is all I can say. It's the best for everyone. Now get lost and move on, for the love of God.
Met up with Wenqing yesterday before she departs Singapore for Hungary in the following week. Kelvin, his friend and Jesslyn were there too. Jesslyn and I arrived at Wenqing's house, and she was still sleeping. =.= So Jesslyn and I set to work trying to complete the jigsaw puzzle I mentioned the other time, and then we all went to Cineleisure for lunch, which later became dinner. Zzzz. Had Shokudo's for the first time ever, and I really like it! Wasn't really keen on trying it before since the fusion of Japanese and Western/Italian seemed weird to me, but I had the carbonara and it was yummy!:
The best though, has still gotta be the ice-blended green tea matcha with ice-cream!:
Qing and Kelvin:
Me and Jesslyn:
Us with Wenqing:
Was gonna walk around town after that but Wenqing was lazy so we all went home.
Remember Pudding and her Schnauzer babies? Well they're all grown up now! All of them have names and they're super-cute! There's Piyo (the fattest one), Diamond, Koala, Precious and ummm.... I can't remember that last one. Haha. But they're smart and cute, and get this - already toilet-trained! I went to visit them yesterday!:
All of them in their smelly cage!:
Coming out to play:
Mummy Pudding:
Wrestling! =D:
Scooby!:
With Piyo:
Random camwhoring - Joyce's hands are soooo small!:
Haha, Scooby is adorable!:
Scooby and Pudding conquered Crystal Mountain........:
................... LOL!!!!!!!! I couldn't stop laughing when they climbed up my back, like, "What's going on, folks?" Hahahaha. Look at Pudding's face!
On another note altogether, Jolin Tsai is coming to Singapore... TOMORROW! Woohoo! Again! I always look forward to seeing her, NEVER looking forward to the queuing-up-and-waiting-part! I haven't even gotten her album yet. I paid the fanclub to get the Taiwan version and now Jolin herself is already coming but my album is not even here yet. -___- I'm gonna hound the chairman for it soon, while in the meantime getting a whole new one at Music Junction tomorrow. Annoying, really!!!
Gotta get to bed for star-gazing tomorrow, goodnight!
Hello one and all. May I bring to your attention a person by the name of Steve Cox, or full name Steven Marshall Cox. Remember this face, for he wants to be famous:
Why do I want to blog about him, you might ask? Well, because I know him. I knew him through MySpace quite awhile back, long enough for me to forget when it exactly was. And mentioning his name in my Perth trip just made it sound all wrong to me, so I tried my best not to. He is originally from Darlington, UK and he moved to Perth 5 years back for work as a welder. And now I must mention him because this motherfucker hacked all my accounts after I came back from Perth.
I stayed at his apartment when I was there. He was staying with his mate Warren, and Warren's girlfriend, Fiona. For the first half of the trip before I went to stay with Ah Boon, I had the worst time. Knowing Steve, he seemed like quite a nice person. At first. But in person, it was a totally different story altogether. Long story cut short, I wasn't the least bit interested. So not interested that I cringed whenever I came into contact with his skin when taking something from his hands, for example. And I guess it bruised his humongous ego and made him take this childish step for revenge by hacking all my accounts. He hacked and deleted my Modelmayhem account, my public Facebook account and my YouTube account. When I came back from a shoot the other day, I found emails in my inbox from several websites stating that I would like to change my login email to denhim_@hotmail.com when I NEVER even initiated that. He almost got my blog too, but I left my computer on before I left the house and I didn't exit my browser and was still logged in, so I could change the login email back to mine or I wouldn't even be able to be here blogging right now.
I used his computer to go online while I was in Perth, and I guess I deleted history but not cookies. Then again, I have MSN chat history proving that he once hacked random strangers' computers for fun because he has a keylogger program allowing him to do that, so I seriously don't know if it would help if I deleted cookies too. He would pose as a girl and get to know random dudes, persuade them for their MSN contact so it'd be easier to chat and then send them a hot girl's picture, claiming that it's "her". But of course he attached the keylogger to the picture too, so that when the guy opens up the picture, his computer will get infected and Steve would have access. And then he would flip their screen upside-down, make their cursor go crazy or change the wallpaper to gay porn. He boasted that he even once got a guy's credit card details but didn't use it to go shopping because "it was a crime". Now I wouldn't be surprised if he did and lied about it. Yes, it was my grave mistake to even use his computer at all.
The moderators of Facebook and Modelmayhem were good enough to get my accounts back for me, but I cannot say the same for YouTube. My viewerships, my subscriptions and my 70-over videos that I painstakingly uploaded, and more than a hundred favourites are all gone. I am still trying. Sometimes I would leave my computer on overnight just to upload those videos, but they're all deleted now and I didn't even do it. FUCKER. So for now, sorry if you try to play a video and it doesn't work because the link is broken by this son of a bitch.
You know when I came back from my photo shoot, I had no idea that denhim_@hotmail.com was even him. Until I decided to Google that email address and came to this forum where this person left comments. The forum was linked to these 2 websites, but before that, let me warn you first that it's porn:
http://www.daddys-girl.net/home.htm says that, "This site covers subjects of pants wetting, accidents, adult babies, bedwetting, role-playing, ageplay and wearing nappies in a sexual context."
Anyway, I made the link when I saw these (please click to enlarge):
How many people in Perth came from England in 2004-2005 and how many people use the nickname "perth_funk"? And let's not forget that his MySpace profile is "STEVEFUNK": http://www.myspace.com/stevefunk
HE is perth_funk because after I went to Ah Boon's place, I blocked and deleted him on my MSN. When I came back to Singapore, he added me at another address: perth_funk@hotmail.com, telling me how sorry he is that my trip turned out that way and he wanted to talk to me. An idiot would see that the nickname and the email matches. I granted his add and told him I didn't want to talk to him. He was all pathetic like, "Please crystal, can we talk pls." He wanted to know why I disliked him so much, so I told him straight in the face how I hated his actions, the way he spoke, how he told me on MSN that he had no body odour but wowza, his B.O would put any skunk to shame. He was spraying deodorant right in front of me and saying, "I stink. I'm a stinky person." Sure, but that wasn't what he said before. I hated the way he would make random noises with his mouth while doing things like surfing the Net. For God's sake, just shut the fuck up already. When he walked and accidentally bumped his head into a tree branch that was hanging a bit too low, his reaction was so huge, looking around to see if anyone saw him. Who would wanna look at him though? I hated all these little actions and FINE, that's just me. I didn't say he has to change, it's just the way it is. But the way he was so persistent and trying too hard only made me all the more irritated. On MSN, he told me that "cheating is never okay". Oh reallyyyyyy? Then what is that he wrote on the forum about how he doesn't wanna meet up or anything as he already has a girlfriend but would love to chat on MSN or even through email? I wonder how many girls fell for his trap. Now isn't that cheating in the simplest form? DUH.
I don't know why he isn't sick of this yet. I mean, he's seriously psycho. I think he needs to see a shrink. I see a pattern. Actually when I arrived back in Singapore, he demanded for his money back the very next day, the money he willingly spent on me. He said he wouldn't stop asking until he got it. He even asked me for petrol money! LOL. Who the fuck asks for petrol money?! I ignored him, and then he added me on MSN with that other address, begging to talk and all, showing remorse. I said what I wanted to say, and then blocked and deleted him again. He text me again after I went offline, asking for his money. Again, I ignored him. And so again, he got angry and started calling me names, saying, "Righto have it your way. Keep the money, u need it more than me anyway. Oh and u might wanna wax your top lip. Few black hairs there. Not a good look"
LMAO. Did he seriously think attacking my image would make me pay him back the money? That has gotta be the most petty rebuttal anyone has ever said to me. And it's damn funny. Yes, I have a moustache on my upper lip. I wish there was some way I could show you people. Maybe next time when you all see me in person, you'd see it. But which girl doesn't have facial hair? I'm not a smooth plastic Barbie doll, man. I'm human. And I would have gone to wax it off long ago if I wanted to. But in Taiwan, they say girls with a moustache are pretty. Jolin Tsai has a moustache! And she's hot. I think before you go telling people what to do with their looks and all, maybe you should reflect on yourself first and like, go for an operation to remove your sweat glands in the armpits or something. It might do a little something for your B.O.
Now let's just say I do owe you money. Well then, who's going to pay me back for the one week of pay I forfeited when I couldn't accept jobs because I was in Perth? Take a basic 4-day event I do with a basic pay of $250/day. That makes 1k. You asked me back for $600 Aussie dollars. So... Does that mean you owe me a balance of $400? Full of nonsense.
A couple of days later, I got an email from him again. HERE YOU GO, read it people!:
hey crystal
before you delete this please take time to read.
first off i want to apologise for every hurtfull word i have ever said to you. i know "sorry" will never erase what was said, nor will it ever change things but i am truely sorry and feel remorse. you didnt deserve to be spoken to like i did to you. i know i am a contradicting asshole, but harsh words were said in the heat of the moment. we all make mistakes, a guy hasnt been born who hasnt made one.
you may think im a pathetic loser for even writing this email. but this email showes you that i care about your feelings, even after what was said and done.
i know you hate try hards, and im guilty for doing so. but i told you even before you came that i wanted you to have the bestest trip ever. i failed in doing that, and that makes me feel like shit. it seems my best wasnt good enough. :(
ok, now my body odor....ok that hurt when you said that. im sorry if i stunk, serioulsy i wish you had told me. how was i supposed to know that i stunk that bad. i do use deodorant, but if you had just gave me a friendly "hey steve, you stink" that would of been all it would of taken for me to get the hint. i thought we were honest and open with each other. what happened to truth and truth game.
as for my accent, well yeah i know its strong, but come on...i cant help where i was born and raised. but like my ozzie friend said to me, "you get used to it". he had trouble listening to me at 1st, now he has no problem.
ok, now i am going to tell you something that only my very close friends know about, and since you asked when we last spoke, where is my mother?...
she lives in spain with my stepdad. the reason why she kicked me out of the house, well thats a huge story and if your not intersted then stop reading now.
mam and dad split when i was 11 going on 12. they would argue all the time, fighting and screaming at each other. (guess thats why i shouted at you) :( dad left for a younger woman, and moved out of town. my mam met another guy who already had 2 grown up children and had left home. so for my stepdad to move in with 2 teenage kids running amuck, he put his foot down, and man was he strict.
to cut a long story short, my brother left home at 16 coz he couldnt stand my stepdad, so that left just me. then my stepdad made it difficult for me to live there, coz he just wanted my mam for himself with no spotty kid living there. i couldnt do right for doing wrong. everything i did wrong ended up in us arguing and them threatening me to kick me out. even at 15 they said "once you have left school, you get a job and your moving out" and "dont think your staying here untill your 25, your out as soon as you get a job" blah blah blah...........
well anyway, i had only left school 2 months, was at welding school learning how to weld at the time. then one morning my mother again shouting at me just because i turned the freezer in the garage off. the same old "i wish you would just get out of the house!!" line came out. then that was that, i lost it. i called her all the names under the sun, was really really upset, crying my eyes out, bawling like a baby. i had had enough. i was already packing my clothes when my stepdad came home. he found me in the bathroom and punched me into the bath tub. this guy is an ex middle weight boxer. he pounded me and my mam was dragging him off me.
it was the darkest day off my life
i left that day and have never seen or spoken to them since, nor will i ever. the next few weeks was spent living on my mates couch until i picked up the pieces of my broken life. dad wasnt interested. he just said, "now you know why i left her". he didnt even offer me a bed at his place, hence why i resent him.
the next few years were hard, very hard. no money, no direction, suicidal thoughts. you name it, i was at rock bottom.
i managed to get a job at my stepmams work place and complete my apprenteship. but i just had to get out of the uk as there was to many bad memories there and i was stuck in a dead end job. i needed a fresh start.
thats why i came to oz. i moved on my own with only $8,000 i managed to save and 1 suitecase.
maybe thats why i wasnt so supportive when you 1st came here. i know you missed your friends and family when you 1st arrived, but i didnt take into account just how much.
anyways, thats what happened in a nutshell. im not sure why i have spilled my guts. i dont expect it will change anything between us. maybe it will help you tune into why i am the way i am..i dont know :S
if we never see or speak again crystal. i really really hope you have a great life and you find your knight in shining armour. unfortunatly i wasnt him. good luck with your modeling career and i hope you become a great dog groomer. you deserve the best of everything.
sad as it sounds, i do miss you.
steve x
Yelling at me just because your parents used to yell at you. SEE A SHRINK. So he went all sad and boohoohoo (againnnnnnn) and when I didn't even flippin' reply that email, he hacked my accounts. CHILDISH S.O.B.
How many people have a fetish for schoolgirls and stuff like that? I KNOW because when I went for Avril's Singapore concert and I dressed like her in a schoolgirl skirt like in Girlfriend, he left a comment on my MySpace saying (again, click to enlarge):
I cannot get the whole screen but you can see my feet, it's this picture:
So I linked it all up in my head and YES, I was furious. I called him and confronted him about it and I recorded the conversation but he denied. Naturally. He was like, "What are you on about? What are you talking about? Why are you suddenly accusing me of hacking into your accounts?" He said I planted a virus into his computer the other time. And I think that's bullshit because I used the computer after he did and the first website I went to was Facebook. Everyone knows Facebook is legitimate, there could never be a virus on there. But the browser window kept on exiting by itself. He asked me what I did to his computer but I didn't do anything at all. That auto-exit thing could just be his damn Trojan keylogger acting up, so don't push the blame to me and say I planted a virus. I don't even know how to plant one in the first place, for God's sake. I threw all the proof into his face and I guess he had nothing better to say to defend his psycho behaviour 'cos he hung up on me. I was totally done with this shit, but he wasn't. When I was at the F1 Fuel party, he text me. And I took pictures of his SMSes and my replies. Yes, literally. Because I don't want anyone to say I'm lying when I have proof that he confessed to hacking my accounts when just the night before, he went all like "what are you talking about?" Here they are:
My reply:
His:
I was very, very angry, yes. Because now I had a direct confession. And I seriously had nothing to say about this immense childishness. I mean, c'mon man. Hacking my accounts just because I didn't like you back? Just because you didn't get what you wanted? Would hacking my accounts make me like you after that? NO IT WOULDN'T. It would never. I chose not to reply because I thought it was pointless to entertain an asshole like him. BUT he text me again:
Holy shit. I didn't reply and he had the audacity to text me AGAIN. Sorry I had to censor some bits to protect people's identities. So I said:
He replied:
Well, I didn't reply after that because my last SMS to him said I wouldn't, and I didn't. But here now, let me say this: DUDE. Listen to yourself, you sound stupid.
First of all, okay... Digging up a teeny bit of my history to hurt me is not going to work because I am soooo over that already. And who are you to tell me I am looking at a lonely future? So you're Jesus now? I am 23, you are 31. Who's having more of a lonely future RIGHT NOW, estranged from their family and working their ass off and not having a partner? For your info, I'm still staying with my family, so can't be me. =) Dishing out "advice" to me now when the best advice you can give yourself is to hack my accounts to nurse your pathetic ego. HA.
I do know my modelling days are numbered. I know perfectly well of that fact. So? Precisely because I know, I am venturing into other things like pet grooming and maybe even tuition for kids (which I've done before) to supplement my pet grooming lesson fees. At least I can do those stuff. What about you? Welding school all the way, welding job after graduation. Is that all you can do? Oh, no. I forgot. You are a g-string waiter as well! "Hi, my name is Steve Cox. I'm a welder on weekdays and a g-string waiter at hen parties on weekends. Nice to meet you!":
Fair enough, you might call hen parties "events" as well. I do events too. But I can guarantee you that at any time of the day, my events are more high-class than yours because at least I don't serve drinks in a g-string and let men bite my ass just because they feel like it. I cannot afford the places you've been to. YET. Why? Because I am 23. Don't count your chicks before they hatch, man. Who knows, by the time I'm 31, I might have been to more places than you have when you were 31. Maybe you might be broke by the time you're 35 and have no one to turn to blah blah. So shuddup. I have earned more than 3k in a week doing motorshows, and then moving on to do something else that doesn't pay me as much but at least I am enjoying it. So I see you love to weld your ass off in that mask and watch sparks fly all day and night. Good for you. Are you happy? Even better! Self-delusion.
So here you call me an SPG. The pot calling the kettle black, peeps. Look at this (click to enlarge):
An Australian magazine once interviewed him and on the lower left corner, you see the question asking: Blonde, brunettes or redheads? And to the world, he said, "Actually, I prefer Asian women." So YEAH, don't call me an SPG when you told the world you have yellow fever yourself.
Hate me, sure. Because I already hate you. I was nice all the way, helping you look for a job here in Singapore when you thought of coming here. Thank God you didn't get it, Singapore would hate to have you. Granted, you gave me a roof over my head when I was in Perth. BUT is it my fault that the first impression you gave me sucked to the max? No. And if you can't deal with it just the way it is, then you have no one else to blame but yourself. Dealing with it = hacking my accounts. Childish and psychotic. Your best mate staying with you - he is a policeman working in Cannington. Sad, isn't it. He doesn't know what his best friend has been doing right under his nose. And as for Fiona, I hope she watches out for herself since she doesn't know she's staying with a pervert with a bed-wetting fetish.
If you think I've gone too far, well then I'm sorry. Because you already crossed the line big-time when you hacked my accounts. YOU made me feel vulnerable. How do you feel now? You brought this upon yourself, so please don't come blaming me. Leave me alone for good is all I can say. It's the best for everyone. Now get lost and move on, for the love of God.
