___Post-Modern Sleaze
Blah, I am so bored now. Its almost 3am and I have absolutely no
intention to go to bed. I woke up at 5pm this morning, or should I say
afternoon. I was so dead when I came back from a 'concert' at my
friend's school, which wasn't very amusing in the first place. I only
went because I wanted to see a specific someone who is so hot and sexy. Haha. His name is Tee Yu Jin, sounds really funky eh? Cool.
Have you ever wondered what makes people start to cut themselves and become the epitome of teenage angst? Is it really all part of an act to fit into the so called 'cool' gothic crowd? Seriously, being in a convent school has really opened my mind into a miriad of drama queens who obviously do not comprehend the meaning of enjoying life and managing stress. I think the only word in their vocabulary is lesbian. I'm sorry, I'm being quite the lesbian-hater here, but I don't mind lesbians, its just the few in my school that bitch about their 'problems' and cut themselves and become all depressed and angsty, when in real fact, the really aren't. Can't you just accept the fact that you brought about all these problems yourself? I mean, most of all the problems that you have are actually caused by liking this specific girl who just happens to be straight. Face it, she likes guys, you like girls. Go find someone else, if not, go have a sex change. It would do you much good, and not to mention, save you from being hurt by pseudo suicide attempts gone bad.
On a lighter note, I am really becoming bored (is that really considered on a lighter note?). What can I do? I might pretend I'm rich and go online window shopping now, but that might just put me into depression because I am totally broke. Dang. Haha.
Oh, and I caught The Village yesterday, it was really great. The twist was so shocking I could almost have died from a heart attack upon realising it, although some people in the theatre obviously did not get it because I overheard a conversation after the movie from someone I assume was in the same theatre as I was:
Guy A: "So, do you get the whole story?"
Guy B: "Eh, not actually la. The monster is who ah? How come it die then the people say they cannot find hope? I thought the monster die then very good liao. Then why no hope? Stupid one eh. Walao, waste my time."
Guy A: "Aiya, I dunno la."
Yup, that was the whole conversation. The 'la' and the 'ah' and the 'walao' and 'aiya' is actually Singlish, modified English used by us Singaporeans. We have a funny way of speaking, really. If you happen to visit Singapore, good luck to you then.
Have you ever wondered what makes people start to cut themselves and become the epitome of teenage angst? Is it really all part of an act to fit into the so called 'cool' gothic crowd? Seriously, being in a convent school has really opened my mind into a miriad of drama queens who obviously do not comprehend the meaning of enjoying life and managing stress. I think the only word in their vocabulary is lesbian. I'm sorry, I'm being quite the lesbian-hater here, but I don't mind lesbians, its just the few in my school that bitch about their 'problems' and cut themselves and become all depressed and angsty, when in real fact, the really aren't. Can't you just accept the fact that you brought about all these problems yourself? I mean, most of all the problems that you have are actually caused by liking this specific girl who just happens to be straight. Face it, she likes guys, you like girls. Go find someone else, if not, go have a sex change. It would do you much good, and not to mention, save you from being hurt by pseudo suicide attempts gone bad.
On a lighter note, I am really becoming bored (is that really considered on a lighter note?). What can I do? I might pretend I'm rich and go online window shopping now, but that might just put me into depression because I am totally broke. Dang. Haha.
Oh, and I caught The Village yesterday, it was really great. The twist was so shocking I could almost have died from a heart attack upon realising it, although some people in the theatre obviously did not get it because I overheard a conversation after the movie from someone I assume was in the same theatre as I was:
Guy A: "So, do you get the whole story?"
Guy B: "Eh, not actually la. The monster is who ah? How come it die then the people say they cannot find hope? I thought the monster die then very good liao. Then why no hope? Stupid one eh. Walao, waste my time."
Guy A: "Aiya, I dunno la."
Yup, that was the whole conversation. The 'la' and the 'ah' and the 'walao' and 'aiya' is actually Singlish, modified English used by us Singaporeans. We have a funny way of speaking, really. If you happen to visit Singapore, good luck to you then.