And this is why I always wish I could move to another country, as far away from the subject as I can possibly go. Out of sight and out of mind. Change my number, maybe. At this point, I'm not thinking about 'what had been' or 'what could've been'. More like I just gotta get far far far far away from this. I don't want to hang around, I just wanna ( Read more... )

I think what pissed me off the most was knowing that we will never be free. I'm climbing into myself because I loathe the people at work and their inane conversations. I will never be the carefree peacock, the marrying yuppies or the contented breeding moms and dads. Not even the happily, cohabiting gays. How can you aspire for something you didn't ( Read more... )

I feel threatened. By another man.
"He says I look like Nick Valensi from The Strokes now that my hair grew out."
NO! NO! NO!
You are suppose to be Vinoodh Matadin to my Inez van Lamsweerde.
VINOODH MATADIN!
We've been doing this tug of war thing with the boyfriend's time.
I bet he's wondering why his friend ended up with such an ice queen.
Well, ( Read more... )

I feel like Samantha after she moved to LA. I've been feeling like her for quite some time now. I'm going to sleep in my day clothes and think about feeling better tomorrow.

Change of plans... again. According to that cousin of mine. After they persuaded me to take the flight out to ATL. Lucky thing I haven't book the tix sial. Already I was reluctant to go -SGD707 for a domestic flight (realize how my relatives are all under the impression that I print money?). I don't know what the hell is going on over there. ( Read more... )

My mother is under the impression that her daughter prints money. So Saturday, she text her eldest to sponsor her a bag for her birthday. After she heard the reluctance in my voice, she decided to just go ahead and get it herself. My mother is a woman who believes that there's no such thing as having "too many bags or shoes". When I came home and ( Read more... )

Man, my brain is numbed by an overdose of pop. I got it in my head that I needed a playlist saturated with pop tracks. It was on loop the whole entire day today and well, it didn't make me exercise like I hope it would. Instead, I ended up youtube-ing some of the videos and admiring the dancing and the clothes. Like that Destiny's Child Lose My ( Read more... )

Oh yeah, I pretty much appreciate Mark Salling as Glee's Mother Pucker. The only jock I'll consider in any TV series. Unapologetic jerk with a hot ass. He can sing me Color Me Badd songs all night long, man.


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I used to listen to a lot of hiphop to get over a dude. Because I knew it was the only genre he loathed. Quite therapeutic. And it was conscious hiphop, the beats were good and it made one think. Had I listen to my heroes I think I would've been bouncing off walls and making an ass out of myself. But if I had to choose a Beastie Boys album to get ( Read more... )