Can't seem to be able to tag! On my own tagboard!
BAH.
Any suggestions?
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
It's amazing how humans are built. Especially the body of a woman, it's just amazing. Ok, I'm not being a pervert here but really, think abt it. The female is structured in such a way that makes child-bearing and rearing possible and relatively easy. The curve of her hips for resting a child on; the cushion of breasts to comfort with, and not to mention feed with; and ofcos, a womb to house a growing foetus; etc. Women are born with such gifts in them and it's so awe-inspiring! At least, it is to me.
So when I'm menstruating and am suffering, I just tell myself that I have to go thru it, if I want to be a mother at all. Doesn't make me feel instantaneously btr, but it does keep me from ripping my insides out.
I can't wait to have children! Thinking abt it alone makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Lame, I know!
I want to have a daughter and a son... maybe another of any sex too. 3's a perfect number, I think. Oh my. My biological clock is ticking big-time. Ticking a bit too loud too.
But I can't help it, really. My relatively near future is planned out and though I'm still trying to implement the initial part of my very first sub-plan, I'm believing it will go well. And having in mind the iron-jawed prospect of getting married within the next 4 years has only given me more reason to day-dream(it's not like I ever needed a reason in the first place). And day-dream I do, intensely might I add, abt newly-wed bliss, and the comfort and utter contentment of being with Jay everyday, and everything else that I'm hoping for. And then I dream abt what comes after that, which hopefully wld be children; big, growing tummy; painting the nursery; little feet, hands and nose; milk powder and baby powder; bliss. That's all I've dreamt till, tho. But trust me, that's already alot to keep a veteran dreamer such a yours truly very busy. Now if only the afore-mentioned veteran's mother wld cease being such a vocalised distraction(as it is the case now), more dreaming can be accomplised.
Oh well.
Mom's screaming. Gtg.
Miss you, Jay. :(
So when I'm menstruating and am suffering, I just tell myself that I have to go thru it, if I want to be a mother at all. Doesn't make me feel instantaneously btr, but it does keep me from ripping my insides out.
I can't wait to have children! Thinking abt it alone makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Lame, I know!
I want to have a daughter and a son... maybe another of any sex too. 3's a perfect number, I think. Oh my. My biological clock is ticking big-time. Ticking a bit too loud too.
But I can't help it, really. My relatively near future is planned out and though I'm still trying to implement the initial part of my very first sub-plan, I'm believing it will go well. And having in mind the iron-jawed prospect of getting married within the next 4 years has only given me more reason to day-dream(it's not like I ever needed a reason in the first place). And day-dream I do, intensely might I add, abt newly-wed bliss, and the comfort and utter contentment of being with Jay everyday, and everything else that I'm hoping for. And then I dream abt what comes after that, which hopefully wld be children; big, growing tummy; painting the nursery; little feet, hands and nose; milk powder and baby powder; bliss. That's all I've dreamt till, tho. But trust me, that's already alot to keep a veteran dreamer such a yours truly very busy. Now if only the afore-mentioned veteran's mother wld cease being such a vocalised distraction(as it is the case now), more dreaming can be accomplised.
Oh well.
Mom's screaming. Gtg.
Miss you, Jay. :(
Thursday, January 26, 2006
OMG.
I'm gonna see Jay today!!!!!!
*prances about happily*
My tummy aches. 3rd day of my period and my tummy still aches. It's usually gone in a day but this pain's staying, weirdly. And needless to say, it sucks. It's like being 13 all over again. Sigh.
Oh well, I'm so happy abt meeting Jay, the pain's almost negligable!
Almost.
Ouch. =(
I'm gonna see Jay today!!!!!!
*prances about happily*
My tummy aches. 3rd day of my period and my tummy still aches. It's usually gone in a day but this pain's staying, weirdly. And needless to say, it sucks. It's like being 13 all over again. Sigh.
Oh well, I'm so happy abt meeting Jay, the pain's almost negligable!
Almost.
Ouch. =(
Monday, January 23, 2006
A Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner... who
lives with a girl roommate Sunita.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't
help but notice how pretty Kumar's roommate was. She
had long been suspicious of a relationship between the
two, and this had only made her more curious. Over the
course of the evening, while watching the two
interact, she started to wonder if there was more
between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know
what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita
and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, "Ever
since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to
find the silver chutney jar. You don't suppose she
took it, do you?" Kumar said, “Well, I doubt it,
but
I'll email her, just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother:
I'm not saying that you 'did' take the chutney jar
from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take
the chutney jar. But the fact remains that it has been
missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, Kumar
Several days later, Kumar received an email from his
Mother, which read
Dear Son:
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and
I'm not saying that you do not' sleep with Sunita. But
the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her OWN
bed, she would have found the chutney jar by now under
the pillow...
Love,
Mom.
Lesson of the day: Don't Lie to Your Mother
How true...how true.
lives with a girl roommate Sunita.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't
help but notice how pretty Kumar's roommate was. She
had long been suspicious of a relationship between the
two, and this had only made her more curious. Over the
course of the evening, while watching the two
interact, she started to wonder if there was more
between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know
what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita
and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, "Ever
since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to
find the silver chutney jar. You don't suppose she
took it, do you?" Kumar said, “Well, I doubt it,
but
I'll email her, just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother:
I'm not saying that you 'did' take the chutney jar
from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take
the chutney jar. But the fact remains that it has been
missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, Kumar
Several days later, Kumar received an email from his
Mother, which read
Dear Son:
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and
I'm not saying that you do not' sleep with Sunita. But
the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her OWN
bed, she would have found the chutney jar by now under
the pillow...
Love,
Mom.
Lesson of the day: Don't Lie to Your Mother
How true...how true.
Kamal sent me this email. HAHAHAHHA!
Four friends reunited at a party after 30 years. After a few laughs
and drinks, one of them had to go to the rest room. The ones who
stayed behind began to talk bout their kids and their successes.
The first guy says: I am very proud of my son, he is my pride and
joy. He started working at a very successful company at the bottom of
the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration soon he
was promoted and began to climb the corporate ladder becoming the
General Manager and now he is the president of the company. He became
so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes Benz
for his birthday.
The second guy says: Da! mn, that's terrific!! My son is also my
pride and joy, I am very proud of him. He started working at a
traveling agency for a very big airline. He went to flight school to
become a pilot and also manage to become a partner in the company
where he now owns the majority of the assets. He became so rich that
he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.
The third guy says: Well, well, well congratulations!! My son is also
my pride and joy and he is also very rich. He studied in the best
universities and became an Engineer. He started his own construction
company and became very successful and a multimillionaire. He also
gave away some thing very nice and expensive to his best friend for
his birthday. He built a 30,000 sq ft mansion specially for his
friend.
The three friends congratulated each other mutually for the successes
of theirs sons. The forth friend who earlier had gone to restroom
returned and asked: What'! s going on, what are all the
congratulations for? One of the three said: We were talking about the
pride we feel for the successes of our sons.
And then he asked, What about your son?
The forth man replied: My son is Gay and he makes a living dancing as
a stripper at a nightclub.
The three friends said: What a shame that must be, that is horrible,
what a disappointment you must feel.
The forth man replied: No, I am not ashamed. Not at all. He is my son
and I love him just as well, he is my pride and joy. And he is very
lucky too. Did you know that his birthday just passed and the other
day he received a beautiful 30,000 sq ft mansion, a brand new jet and
a top of the line Mercedes Benz from his three boyfriends.
Four friends reunited at a party after 30 years. After a few laughs
and drinks, one of them had to go to the rest room. The ones who
stayed behind began to talk bout their kids and their successes.
The first guy says: I am very proud of my son, he is my pride and
joy. He started working at a very successful company at the bottom of
the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration soon he
was promoted and began to climb the corporate ladder becoming the
General Manager and now he is the president of the company. He became
so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes Benz
for his birthday.
The second guy says: Da! mn, that's terrific!! My son is also my
pride and joy, I am very proud of him. He started working at a
traveling agency for a very big airline. He went to flight school to
become a pilot and also manage to become a partner in the company
where he now owns the majority of the assets. He became so rich that
he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.
The third guy says: Well, well, well congratulations!! My son is also
my pride and joy and he is also very rich. He studied in the best
universities and became an Engineer. He started his own construction
company and became very successful and a multimillionaire. He also
gave away some thing very nice and expensive to his best friend for
his birthday. He built a 30,000 sq ft mansion specially for his
friend.
The three friends congratulated each other mutually for the successes
of theirs sons. The forth friend who earlier had gone to restroom
returned and asked: What'! s going on, what are all the
congratulations for? One of the three said: We were talking about the
pride we feel for the successes of our sons.
And then he asked, What about your son?
The forth man replied: My son is Gay and he makes a living dancing as
a stripper at a nightclub.
The three friends said: What a shame that must be, that is horrible,
what a disappointment you must feel.
The forth man replied: No, I am not ashamed. Not at all. He is my son
and I love him just as well, he is my pride and joy. And he is very
lucky too. Did you know that his birthday just passed and the other
day he received a beautiful 30,000 sq ft mansion, a brand new jet and
a top of the line Mercedes Benz from his three boyfriends.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
He's back. :-D
But I won't be meeting him till a few days later. Sigh. Oh well.
*sniffles alot, then moves on*
I did a few sketches some time back and my brother-in-law saw them, and was a little shocked by their standard. And by that I don't mean my work was bad, it was alrite, and he was shocked by the not-bad-ness. If you ask me, that's a whole other insult by itself. *rolls eyes*
That reminds me of that time when my family was visiting my Malaysian relatives...a year or so ago. My aunt(I think she's my aunt...or maybe she's a cousin-in-law of sorts) had made some black tea for us, and it tasted very marvy. It was a bit on the lighter side, which left no space for the sometimes unpleasant after-taste you get on your tongue when you drink strongish black tea, and it was sweetened to perfection. The perfect teh-o.
Ok, I know that's a lot to say abt teh-o, but really, it was good! I had 3 cups!!
So, anyways, everybody had the same sentiments, and we asked her what tea she used, to which she did not have an answer, as she doesn't know how to read english(that set of uncles/male cousins usually marry girls from india, mostly from villages). So we asked arnd and nobody new, cos they usually immediately transfer the tea-bags to air-tight containers. So we all went 'Hmmm...' and decided to wait for my favourite uncle who lives there too, my mom's cousin(ah, they're all my aunts and uncles, then!), to ask him what the damned tea was.
He came back, and he cld not for the life of him rmbr what tea he bought that month.
*rolls eyes*
He said he'd rmbr if he saw it, tho, and promised us a box of it.
A few weeks later, he visits us, bringing along with him a box of Lipton tea.
To say that my reaction was one big 'WTF!!!' wld qualify as a complete understatement.
Some of you shld know that I gravitate towards ceylon tea, as I think it is infinitely btr-tasting...in all ways. And I've nvr really been a fan of Lipton; the taste is ok...but it lacks relish...I find absolutely no oomph in it. But now that I've had Lipton tea prepared in a different and pleasing form, I'm now thinking, 'Wah, not bah ah?'
So, herein, I shall reveal the moral of the frikkin long story of the Lipton Tea Freak-Out Of Sorts.
Crap...what's the moral again?
But I won't be meeting him till a few days later. Sigh. Oh well.
*sniffles alot, then moves on*
I did a few sketches some time back and my brother-in-law saw them, and was a little shocked by their standard. And by that I don't mean my work was bad, it was alrite, and he was shocked by the not-bad-ness. If you ask me, that's a whole other insult by itself. *rolls eyes*
That reminds me of that time when my family was visiting my Malaysian relatives...a year or so ago. My aunt(I think she's my aunt...or maybe she's a cousin-in-law of sorts) had made some black tea for us, and it tasted very marvy. It was a bit on the lighter side, which left no space for the sometimes unpleasant after-taste you get on your tongue when you drink strongish black tea, and it was sweetened to perfection. The perfect teh-o.
Ok, I know that's a lot to say abt teh-o, but really, it was good! I had 3 cups!!
So, anyways, everybody had the same sentiments, and we asked her what tea she used, to which she did not have an answer, as she doesn't know how to read english(that set of uncles/male cousins usually marry girls from india, mostly from villages). So we asked arnd and nobody new, cos they usually immediately transfer the tea-bags to air-tight containers. So we all went 'Hmmm...' and decided to wait for my favourite uncle who lives there too, my mom's cousin(ah, they're all my aunts and uncles, then!), to ask him what the damned tea was.
He came back, and he cld not for the life of him rmbr what tea he bought that month.
*rolls eyes*
He said he'd rmbr if he saw it, tho, and promised us a box of it.
A few weeks later, he visits us, bringing along with him a box of Lipton tea.
To say that my reaction was one big 'WTF!!!' wld qualify as a complete understatement.
Some of you shld know that I gravitate towards ceylon tea, as I think it is infinitely btr-tasting...in all ways. And I've nvr really been a fan of Lipton; the taste is ok...but it lacks relish...I find absolutely no oomph in it. But now that I've had Lipton tea prepared in a different and pleasing form, I'm now thinking, 'Wah, not bah ah?'
So, herein, I shall reveal the moral of the frikkin long story of the Lipton Tea Freak-Out Of Sorts.
Crap...what's the moral again?
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Jay's at a camp in Pulau Ubin. =(
Today's his 2nd day. =(
He'll be back Friday night. =(
I won't be able to see him on Saturday, so it's gotta be next week.
:,(
I miss that stupid man so much! I want to be able to call and disturb him whenever I feel like it. But I can't. :-(
The reception is frikkin bad at that island! Bah.
Well at least I got to hear his lovely sleepy voice last night.
Sigh.
I miss your sleepy eyes. :(
Today's his 2nd day. =(
He'll be back Friday night. =(
I won't be able to see him on Saturday, so it's gotta be next week.
:,(
I miss that stupid man so much! I want to be able to call and disturb him whenever I feel like it. But I can't. :-(
The reception is frikkin bad at that island! Bah.
Well at least I got to hear his lovely sleepy voice last night.
Sigh.
I miss your sleepy eyes. :(
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Wednesday, January 4, 2006
I've realised that I don't like the title of my blog, the 'sand in my hair' one. I found it a little stupid-sounding when I put it up, but I went on with it as it was by nature a sort of an announcement that that is, actually, sand in my hair, not dandruff. Didn't really work, as some of you still thought it was dandruff. *looks in the general direction of Kay and grumbles and mutters*
By the way, it is NOT dandruff! It's sand, promise. I do have dandruff on some days, though. Sad huh? Today's one of them. Extra dry scalp. I've just soaked it with herbal oil(which smells pretty nice actually) and am going to shampoo it all out now, before me and my sis make our way to Bugis. She's in a bad mood, btr not make her wait.
Toodle-loo!
By the way, it is NOT dandruff! It's sand, promise. I do have dandruff on some days, though. Sad huh? Today's one of them. Extra dry scalp. I've just soaked it with herbal oil(which smells pretty nice actually) and am going to shampoo it all out now, before me and my sis make our way to Bugis. She's in a bad mood, btr not make her wait.
Toodle-loo!
Sunday, January 1, 2006
I got this poem thru email:
When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling me Colored ??
Makes sense, if you ask me.
When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling me Colored ??
Makes sense, if you ask me.
HAPPY 2006, ppl!
Hope all of you(who deserve it) have a much btr year than the one that just ended. And I hope those of you who aren't rich get richer, me included.
=)
Jay, I'm sorry, I really am. I hope you forgive my extravagant show of stupidity. And I loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou.
Hope all of you(who deserve it) have a much btr year than the one that just ended. And I hope those of you who aren't rich get richer, me included.
=)
Jay, I'm sorry, I really am. I hope you forgive my extravagant show of stupidity. And I loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
2 days to 2006. Finally!
I can't wait for the party on Saturday! Babu and his sister are organising it at the Khalsa Association. The insides of the place are alrite, but personally, I don't like the area it's located at. It's full of construction workers. I don't hold much against them, but I've walked there alone at night before, and I felt such nervousness and vulnerablity. It's times like that that make me wish I weren't female, for just a minute. Oh well. Thank god my wishes don't easily come true, cos I love being female.
I'm every woman, it's all in meeeeeee.
I'm in an exceptionally stupid mood and I think it shows. Mmm.
Back to Saturday. I'm going to wear this gorgeous curve-hugging fencing-style black v-neck and long-sleeved top that's got an extremely see-thru back. Due to the see-thru-ness of the back, I have to wear a waist-length tube inside it. I wld rather not wear anything inside, but a single but powerful word to describe what's stopping me wld be 'Mom'. I got the top 3 or 4 years ago, and have worn it only once, if I'm not wrong. I love it so much and am dying to wear it again! With my hot new minimalistic-ish shoes!
*shakes ass*
Oh, plus pants ofcos. Tight grey pants. Was wondering if I shld wear my tight black ones but Nan says the grey wld go btr. And I must agree now, cos all black might be stunning, but it's not my style. Also, I've the perfect sequinned grey bag to go with it.
~~~ B I M B O - A L E R T ~~~
Ah, mom's screaming. Gtg.
Happy New Year in advance!
I can't wait for the party on Saturday! Babu and his sister are organising it at the Khalsa Association. The insides of the place are alrite, but personally, I don't like the area it's located at. It's full of construction workers. I don't hold much against them, but I've walked there alone at night before, and I felt such nervousness and vulnerablity. It's times like that that make me wish I weren't female, for just a minute. Oh well. Thank god my wishes don't easily come true, cos I love being female.
I'm every woman, it's all in meeeeeee.
I'm in an exceptionally stupid mood and I think it shows. Mmm.
Back to Saturday. I'm going to wear this gorgeous curve-hugging fencing-style black v-neck and long-sleeved top that's got an extremely see-thru back. Due to the see-thru-ness of the back, I have to wear a waist-length tube inside it. I wld rather not wear anything inside, but a single but powerful word to describe what's stopping me wld be 'Mom'. I got the top 3 or 4 years ago, and have worn it only once, if I'm not wrong. I love it so much and am dying to wear it again! With my hot new minimalistic-ish shoes!
*shakes ass*
Oh, plus pants ofcos. Tight grey pants. Was wondering if I shld wear my tight black ones but Nan says the grey wld go btr. And I must agree now, cos all black might be stunning, but it's not my style. Also, I've the perfect sequinned grey bag to go with it.
~~~ B I M B O - A L E R T ~~~
Ah, mom's screaming. Gtg.
Happy New Year in advance!
Sunday, December 25, 2005
MERRY CHRISTMAS, everybody!
I spent the first 3 hrs of Christmas at Orchard Rd, and man, was it FUN!
It was soooo crowded, and everybody was spraying foam at each other in big groups! There was so much screaming, squealing, laughing. I LOVED IT! Such a wonderful atmosphere! I enjoyed myself tremendously!!
Guys, all of us definitely have to go next year. No two ways abt it!
Baby, being carried by my mom, looking like a refugie!
My 3rd sis and me at Starbucks. I'd reccommend the Toffe Nut coffee thingie to anyone who's nuts abt coffee.
Foam in my hair!
Ah, gtg. Jay'll be here any minute and we're gonna have lunch at White Sands.
See ya!
I spent the first 3 hrs of Christmas at Orchard Rd, and man, was it FUN!
It was soooo crowded, and everybody was spraying foam at each other in big groups! There was so much screaming, squealing, laughing. I LOVED IT! Such a wonderful atmosphere! I enjoyed myself tremendously!!
Guys, all of us definitely have to go next year. No two ways abt it!
Baby, being carried by my mom, looking like a refugie!
My 3rd sis and me at Starbucks. I'd reccommend the Toffe Nut coffee thingie to anyone who's nuts abt coffee.
Foam in my hair!
Ah, gtg. Jay'll be here any minute and we're gonna have lunch at White Sands.
See ya!
Friday, December 23, 2005
I love hot shoes and I cannot lie!
I got sexy shoes today. I love em love em love em.
LOVE EM!!
I'll get a pic of my darlings up soon...if I do rmbr to.
Oh, Jay got me the Saggitarius Barbie doll! I love her. She's so frikkin pretty! Pretty pretty pretty!
*floats*
I've named her Crystal cos she's all decked out in cool blue and silver. Actually thought of naming her Lake, but it'd be a wee bit too eccentric, even for my standards. So Crystal it is! G.J the hot Californian beach girl Barbie doll with big feet has got a friend. :-D
It's my sister's birthday now; I hear the tearing open of chocolate wrappers. The comp is definitely not the place to be at.
Toodle-loo!
I got sexy shoes today. I love em love em love em.
LOVE EM!!
I'll get a pic of my darlings up soon...if I do rmbr to.
Oh, Jay got me the Saggitarius Barbie doll! I love her. She's so frikkin pretty! Pretty pretty pretty!
*floats*
I've named her Crystal cos she's all decked out in cool blue and silver. Actually thought of naming her Lake, but it'd be a wee bit too eccentric, even for my standards. So Crystal it is! G.J the hot Californian beach girl Barbie doll with big feet has got a friend. :-D
It's my sister's birthday now; I hear the tearing open of chocolate wrappers. The comp is definitely not the place to be at.
Toodle-loo!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
So, I'm 19. Do I feel any different? I'd have to say no...after much consideration. 19 is just a number and I've a year added to my young age, is all. Maturity(character-wise) doesn't come with age, I can find LOTSA living proof for that. Me, I'm waiting for maturity to hit me in the face before it settles down in my brain. Wait..no, scratch that.
Truth be told, I'm not waiting to mature in thought and the like, cos I'm pretty fine the way I am. Very fine, in fact. Sure, I do lack some facets that might improve my life, and the lives of others arnd me, but really, I don't see why anyone shld cultivate something that isn't part of them to begin with. I mean, it's not like I'm going on killing sprees or making it a point to feed the lions at the zoo just to experience the thrill of defying authority or something stupid like that. I'm a very behaved person...if you really think abt it. Therefore, I see no need to consciously change my child-like ways. Child-like, not childish. There is a difference, however seemingly small. Being child-like doesn't mean you're immature.
Besides, what's the big deal abt being mature anyway?
Why shld I give a damn abt maturing when I am happy with who I am? Frankly, it's quite a big thing for me to be happy with myself. Think abt it. I started on a diploma course that I knew for a fact that lots of others were clamouring for a place in, but I stubbornly quit it cos I hated it and am now 19 with absolutely no educational achievement except for 'O' Levels which is like no achievement at all. It's very easy for me to feel like a loser with no future, but I don't, not one bit. I'll be putting myself thru school next year. I know I'm young, and even if I weren't, I'd know there're options out there no matter what. If being mature means I shld put ppl like me down, stop being idealistic(which I'm damn sure I'm not), 'behave' myself in public, and stop making decisions by myself and listen more, I'm not interested.
I'm leaving it to time and more suitably, my experiences to teach me btr ways of living, or dealing with difficulties and situations and such. I don't have the habit of listening unless it's absolutely essential. What I do have the habit of is jumping in and seeing what I can do from there. That's how I do it, so they shld get used to it.
To hell with maturity. I've got other things to see to.
P.S: This was supposed to be a happy post...so the next one I do will be a happy and bimbotic one. :-p
P.P.S: Jay, this isn't abt you. =)
Truth be told, I'm not waiting to mature in thought and the like, cos I'm pretty fine the way I am. Very fine, in fact. Sure, I do lack some facets that might improve my life, and the lives of others arnd me, but really, I don't see why anyone shld cultivate something that isn't part of them to begin with. I mean, it's not like I'm going on killing sprees or making it a point to feed the lions at the zoo just to experience the thrill of defying authority or something stupid like that. I'm a very behaved person...if you really think abt it. Therefore, I see no need to consciously change my child-like ways. Child-like, not childish. There is a difference, however seemingly small. Being child-like doesn't mean you're immature.
Besides, what's the big deal abt being mature anyway?
Why shld I give a damn abt maturing when I am happy with who I am? Frankly, it's quite a big thing for me to be happy with myself. Think abt it. I started on a diploma course that I knew for a fact that lots of others were clamouring for a place in, but I stubbornly quit it cos I hated it and am now 19 with absolutely no educational achievement except for 'O' Levels which is like no achievement at all. It's very easy for me to feel like a loser with no future, but I don't, not one bit. I'll be putting myself thru school next year. I know I'm young, and even if I weren't, I'd know there're options out there no matter what. If being mature means I shld put ppl like me down, stop being idealistic(which I'm damn sure I'm not), 'behave' myself in public, and stop making decisions by myself and listen more, I'm not interested.
I'm leaving it to time and more suitably, my experiences to teach me btr ways of living, or dealing with difficulties and situations and such. I don't have the habit of listening unless it's absolutely essential. What I do have the habit of is jumping in and seeing what I can do from there. That's how I do it, so they shld get used to it.
To hell with maturity. I've got other things to see to.
P.S: This was supposed to be a happy post...so the next one I do will be a happy and bimbotic one. :-p
P.P.S: Jay, this isn't abt you. =)
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