um
have no idea what i'm doing up at this time but suffice to say that i managed to waste the entire weekend away at home. in my room. am overwhelmed by guilt-waves and what seems suspiciously like nausea as colaw seminar is tmr (oh gloom and doom) and i've read about, well, a few lines. that i don't remember anymore ):
at least i'm reading la right? that's a start
sooo.. have been wondering how come no one outside my social circle blogs like we do. how come everyone shuns conversational tones and adopts a hmm-think-i'm-gonna-drop-a-few-lines-of poetry-to-sound-cryptic kind of style. who the hell will understand what you're talking about?! WHAT IS POINT OF POSTING SOMETHING INDECIPHERABLE ON A PUBLIC DOMAIN?! WHY DO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENED TO YOU BUT NOT TELL THEM SPECIFICS?! WHY DON'T YOU JUST WRITE IT DOWN IN YOUR PERSONAL DIARY??
woah it irritates the crap out of me
i think we all know that i secretly (well, not so secret anymore) wish i had the ability to do that.. unfortunately i think i never will be someone who can properly - taking properly to mean sweetly - express love or gratitude. eh cut me some slack please i am trying to learn from my mother.
of course simple thank yous roll easily off the tongue, but when thanking your friends - for, i don't know, completing your life or something - becomes a daily and public affair.. like ohh i have so many millions of friends thank you all my ONE MILLION FRIENDS for being there for me (emphasis on numerical value) urghh it just makes me want to kick something, especially when they go about it in the coy, roundabout way that suggests 'ohhh i don't really have a lot of friends la but hmm maybe i do hor' HUH THEY ARE YOUR GOOD FRIENDS MEH?? HOW MUCH DO THEY REALLY KNOW ABOUT YOU?
why am i so ungirly?? why can't i leave little handmade presents for my friends everyday and compliment other people on their clothes/makeup? why do i feel like retching everytime someone signs off with 'xoxoxo love youu' (assuming they mean it la, not like how we parody it)? why do i instinctively feel like choke-slamming slimy guys in clubs? why do my feelings register automatically on my face? like that how to survive in corporate world??
who can answer my questions??
omg it is 530. i will aim to wake up by 930 and plow through the rest of the bloody act. hmm must remember to put the leave-in hair mask after shampoo and towel dry wow v tired not typing coherently buhbyezz
at least i'm reading la right? that's a start
sooo.. have been wondering how come no one outside my social circle blogs like we do. how come everyone shuns conversational tones and adopts a hmm-think-i'm-gonna-drop-a-few-lines-of poetry-to-sound-cryptic kind of style. who the hell will understand what you're talking about?! WHAT IS POINT OF POSTING SOMETHING INDECIPHERABLE ON A PUBLIC DOMAIN?! WHY DO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENED TO YOU BUT NOT TELL THEM SPECIFICS?! WHY DON'T YOU JUST WRITE IT DOWN IN YOUR PERSONAL DIARY??
woah it irritates the crap out of me
i think we all know that i secretly (well, not so secret anymore) wish i had the ability to do that.. unfortunately i think i never will be someone who can properly - taking properly to mean sweetly - express love or gratitude. eh cut me some slack please i am trying to learn from my mother.
of course simple thank yous roll easily off the tongue, but when thanking your friends - for, i don't know, completing your life or something - becomes a daily and public affair.. like ohh i have so many millions of friends thank you all my ONE MILLION FRIENDS for being there for me (emphasis on numerical value) urghh it just makes me want to kick something, especially when they go about it in the coy, roundabout way that suggests 'ohhh i don't really have a lot of friends la but hmm maybe i do hor' HUH THEY ARE YOUR GOOD FRIENDS MEH?? HOW MUCH DO THEY REALLY KNOW ABOUT YOU?
why am i so ungirly?? why can't i leave little handmade presents for my friends everyday and compliment other people on their clothes/makeup? why do i feel like retching everytime someone signs off with 'xoxoxo love youu' (assuming they mean it la, not like how we parody it)? why do i instinctively feel like choke-slamming slimy guys in clubs? why do my feelings register automatically on my face? like that how to survive in corporate world??
who can answer my questions??
omg it is 530. i will aim to wake up by 930 and plow through the rest of the bloody act. hmm must remember to put the leave-in hair mask after shampoo and towel dry wow v tired not typing coherently buhbyezz