Why does today feel like a friday? Maybe it's cos I got paid. Mmm.
Need to go off to see the bf now, tho I feel like blogging a bit. Be back tmr!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Moscato and cadbury's roast almond. A family bar, no less.
Yeah I thought I was joking earlier about studying with wine, too! Didn't actually think it might work. I was fully expecting to have a wandering mind that cldn't care less about business in the corporate/selling sense. Oh shit. Is that where I am now? How did I get here from my assignment focus? Sigh.
ONLY 2 GLASSES SO FAR and I'm a wee widdle woozy. Must be my recent lack of partying. I hear all my indian granddaddies spitting at me from their powdery graves. Omg maybe they were in some of the water I drank a while ago. Or maybe 23190831290 days back. Since they all got turned to ashes and might have gotten sprinkled over some river or sea or some water body, and water travels through condensation and evaporation. I drank my deceased relatives, wow. Maybe you did. And you peed them out.
They'd curse me if they knew my blog add, for sure.
I'm not sure I like having a busy schedule. Pros and cons. It's nice feeling important. It's also nice to feel negligible sometimes, just so I can remind myself that the big picture is so damn big that I don't have enough eyes to see the whole of it, let alone affect it. Sometimes, only sometimes.
Why the hell is that dumbassed vein throbbing so furiously behind my ear? Throbbing in the midst of hair. Today makes it 3 days of violent pulsating. I JUST WANNA KNOW WHY. Irritating length of...vital vein.
I wanted to be an actress when I was much younger. You had to be pretty to be an actress, that's what I thought. Which little girl wldn't want to be pretty? I then wanted to be a model, and maybe take part in pageants. You know, stuff you gotta work in many ways at. I quietly thank my mother for my shyness, and myself for the general laziness and boringness I possess, tho. Cos more than alot of things, I HATE being judged. Being tested is different. Being judged is worse, of the two.
I'd also hate to be well-known, even slightly. Don't have many dirty secrets, but for the ones I do have, I wldn't wanna need to keep an answer ready to feed the public in the hope that they'd form an opinion in my favour. I pity celebrities, I really do. Even the non-celeb celebrities here in Singapore. The shit that goes on about them...with supposed proof from a supposedly trusted source. Who cares how many guys she blew? She's married now, let's just hope they're leading rich lives.
Have to warn you, major generalisation ahead.
If your sister slept around alot, would you snigger and pass on her number? So what anyway? Are the good girls supposed to behave while guys they might marry go around being considered good cos they're taking care to screw only 'bad' girls? Bah, hate that way of thought.
'She's a whore, that's okay.'
'Nah she's such a good girl! Don't do anything to her.'
Bullshit. A girl is a girl. Her experiences made her whatever way she is. She probably didn't plan to be a slut. If you can't respect her, just don't do her. I think it cheapens the whole idea of sex and that it shld be had when there's mutual respect at least. Casual sex or otherwise, respect shld be considered a must-have. What do you think? I can't imagine copulating with someone who recognises me as just another free ho/number to call during dry spells, and not a person with preferences, ideals, thought processes, a heart, and most importantly, value. Somebody's sister, daughter, friend, mother or wife even. I'm not saying don't screw them; develop at least a little respect for them as individuals, then screw them. That way you set standards for yourself too, which can only be helpful. Unless you're damn hideous.
Anyway, the market for 'bad' girls only survive on demand. Noone can force you to jump on an ass. This means, by some complicated calculation that I can't be bothered to come up with right now, you probably have (unknowingly or otherwise) contributed to at least 0.5 a good girl going 'bad'. Even if you're damn hideous.
Dammit, I think I'll have one daughter, at least (my parents have 4). Got to teach her/them self-respect, impart wisdom, and the like. Wisdom, from me. HA. I don't even have wisdom teeth.
Now where was I?
Yeah I thought I was joking earlier about studying with wine, too! Didn't actually think it might work. I was fully expecting to have a wandering mind that cldn't care less about business in the corporate/selling sense. Oh shit. Is that where I am now? How did I get here from my assignment focus? Sigh.
ONLY 2 GLASSES SO FAR and I'm a wee widdle woozy. Must be my recent lack of partying. I hear all my indian granddaddies spitting at me from their powdery graves. Omg maybe they were in some of the water I drank a while ago. Or maybe 23190831290 days back. Since they all got turned to ashes and might have gotten sprinkled over some river or sea or some water body, and water travels through condensation and evaporation. I drank my deceased relatives, wow. Maybe you did. And you peed them out.
They'd curse me if they knew my blog add, for sure.
I'm not sure I like having a busy schedule. Pros and cons. It's nice feeling important. It's also nice to feel negligible sometimes, just so I can remind myself that the big picture is so damn big that I don't have enough eyes to see the whole of it, let alone affect it. Sometimes, only sometimes.
Why the hell is that dumbassed vein throbbing so furiously behind my ear? Throbbing in the midst of hair. Today makes it 3 days of violent pulsating. I JUST WANNA KNOW WHY. Irritating length of...vital vein.
I wanted to be an actress when I was much younger. You had to be pretty to be an actress, that's what I thought. Which little girl wldn't want to be pretty? I then wanted to be a model, and maybe take part in pageants. You know, stuff you gotta work in many ways at. I quietly thank my mother for my shyness, and myself for the general laziness and boringness I possess, tho. Cos more than alot of things, I HATE being judged. Being tested is different. Being judged is worse, of the two.
I'd also hate to be well-known, even slightly. Don't have many dirty secrets, but for the ones I do have, I wldn't wanna need to keep an answer ready to feed the public in the hope that they'd form an opinion in my favour. I pity celebrities, I really do. Even the non-celeb celebrities here in Singapore. The shit that goes on about them...with supposed proof from a supposedly trusted source. Who cares how many guys she blew? She's married now, let's just hope they're leading rich lives.
Have to warn you, major generalisation ahead.
If your sister slept around alot, would you snigger and pass on her number? So what anyway? Are the good girls supposed to behave while guys they might marry go around being considered good cos they're taking care to screw only 'bad' girls? Bah, hate that way of thought.
'She's a whore, that's okay.'
'Nah she's such a good girl! Don't do anything to her.'
Bullshit. A girl is a girl. Her experiences made her whatever way she is. She probably didn't plan to be a slut. If you can't respect her, just don't do her. I think it cheapens the whole idea of sex and that it shld be had when there's mutual respect at least. Casual sex or otherwise, respect shld be considered a must-have. What do you think? I can't imagine copulating with someone who recognises me as just another free ho/number to call during dry spells, and not a person with preferences, ideals, thought processes, a heart, and most importantly, value. Somebody's sister, daughter, friend, mother or wife even. I'm not saying don't screw them; develop at least a little respect for them as individuals, then screw them. That way you set standards for yourself too, which can only be helpful. Unless you're damn hideous.
Anyway, the market for 'bad' girls only survive on demand. Noone can force you to jump on an ass. This means, by some complicated calculation that I can't be bothered to come up with right now, you probably have (unknowingly or otherwise) contributed to at least 0.5 a good girl going 'bad'. Even if you're damn hideous.
Dammit, I think I'll have one daughter, at least (my parents have 4). Got to teach her/them self-respect, impart wisdom, and the like. Wisdom, from me. HA. I don't even have wisdom teeth.
Now where was I?
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Ooo it's already been a week since I was last here! At this rate, the year will end in what will seem only like 3 months.
I was enjoying a drink at coffeebean & tealeaf, forum shopping mall yesterday evening. Alone. Does anyone else think this isn't odd? I had a mudpie with me, if you can call it that. I've had chocolate cake which had more moisture and cocoa in it. My iced moroccan mint tea latte was very good tho! I've missed that drink.
Alright, back to my assignment on motivation. HA! How ironic.
I was enjoying a drink at coffeebean & tealeaf, forum shopping mall yesterday evening. Alone. Does anyone else think this isn't odd? I had a mudpie with me, if you can call it that. I've had chocolate cake which had more moisture and cocoa in it. My iced moroccan mint tea latte was very good tho! I've missed that drink.
Alright, back to my assignment on motivation. HA! How ironic.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
It took me 10 min to get to this page to do a new entry. Sucks that I'm paying to use snail-paced internet. Bloody NLB, bet it's on purpose.
Oh god, I sound like my father. :-o
My assignments are due next week! One's on Monday, and the other's Wednesday. And the Wednesday one is hardly even 10% done. Better make sure there's coffee and tea at home. Maybe I shld get some wine. Study date, with my split personalities and their splits!
Current happy factor: I'm to see my stupid boy in 1.5 hours! Yaaaay!
I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse. Except...I'd much rather eat a cow. Or salmon. Maybe we'll have mee goreng. Or an oyster omelette! The bf has never had such an omelette, and I think that will just not do.
I'm in no mood to do my assignment/ study. This is no good at all. My mom hates that I do work better at night. I ALWAYS get nagged at when I say I'll be up late working on my assignment. The lights will be on blah blah look at your eyes blah blah you use up so much milk for your drinks blah blah blah if you don't sleep I can't sleep BLAH blah blaaaaaah.
Do Scorpio mothers and Saggi daughters get along at all? Must find out.
I suppose I should at least attempt some work.
Oh god, I sound like my father. :-o
My assignments are due next week! One's on Monday, and the other's Wednesday. And the Wednesday one is hardly even 10% done. Better make sure there's coffee and tea at home. Maybe I shld get some wine. Study date, with my split personalities and their splits!
Current happy factor: I'm to see my stupid boy in 1.5 hours! Yaaaay!
I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse. Except...I'd much rather eat a cow. Or salmon. Maybe we'll have mee goreng. Or an oyster omelette! The bf has never had such an omelette, and I think that will just not do.
I'm in no mood to do my assignment/ study. This is no good at all. My mom hates that I do work better at night. I ALWAYS get nagged at when I say I'll be up late working on my assignment. The lights will be on blah blah look at your eyes blah blah you use up so much milk for your drinks blah blah blah if you don't sleep I can't sleep BLAH blah blaaaaaah.
Do Scorpio mothers and Saggi daughters get along at all? Must find out.
I suppose I should at least attempt some work.
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