how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
how did it come to this?
i cant bloody wait.
"women's lives are the dark continent. you can peer at our bodies, legs splayed open whenever you like. our bodies present a deceptively simple script, but our desires, so often unuttered, are fluid, protean, inconstant. we cannot be measured; we cannot be assesed. our inner lives are the hidden spaces. sometimes all within is a murky coiling void, a black carnival of inchoate shapes and values. but sometimes there is a clear line of purpose, sharp and gleaming like a railway, jutting out into infinity. no one knows what shapes our inner lives. that is our own business. women never tell the truth. they are too canny and too firmly bent on survival. do you hear her saying, oh yes, i love my husband? oh yes, i like my job, and would do more hours if i could? oh yes, i'm very lucky? yes, yes, yes. or does she confront you with a lengthy catalogue of self-hatred and doomed fortunes?
i do not love my own flaws. but let me praise a woman's cunning. she is a master of draws. 'here is a defensible space. and i will ward off all comers, with my giant structures of deceit.'"
life IS good.
how are u supposed to feel when a tsunami hits?
i feel like i've been hit by an emotional tidal wave. one that's so huge and unexpected it crashes upon you unawares, perhaps while you were out getting the mail. you go under, you trash and you turn with the waves and when you resurface, everything is no longer the same anymore.
that's how i feel recently.
you DO know it when you've reached a turning point in your life.
mine is near, i can feel it. its so close i can touch it if i try.
life has been this flurry of events lately.
im not complaining.
im on an emotional rollercoaster ride with more highs than lows and baby i aint complaining.
Take the quiz: "What does your birth month reveal about you?"
July
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studyin
i'd hafta say kinda true but...QUIET?! hah. no way man.
Take the quiz: "What type of attitude problem do you have? (pics)"
Your Scary
Your probably goth (good for you). But this also makes most of the things you say creepy to others. Your probably trying to be mean but your slighty twisted so you end up scaring people. But who cares they still go away which is what you wanted. Try creeping people out by saying....
Take the quiz: "How blond are you?"
Red Head
The saying might be blonds have all the fun but i bet your a blast to hang out with, your the type that lives life to the fullest and would never miss a good party. Anuff said!!!
Take the quiz: "What lipcolor best showcases your personality?"
Dark Coral
i dont wanna be the type of person that regrets what she has not done so many lonely nights from now.
i dont wanna waste my life away thinking about what could have been.
i dont wanna spend my time worrying about consequences of things i wanna do.
i dont wanna be afraid of taboo.
i dont wanna miss out.
i dont wanna close my eyes for even one second for that might be my last.
i dont wanna put off something to tomorrow, cause tomorrow might never ever come.
*in memory of john lim
things i hate:
blogs with music that CANNOT be stopped.
blogs with music that goes on loops
people who do not answer my messages
people who dont return my calls
people who cancel on me
people in general, for now
finding out people are having fun without me
finding out people are having fun without me when im thinkin of fun things to do with them
not having fun
renovation
bloody fuckin noise
breaking my contacts
breaking 2 pairs of contacts in a month
not getting to talk to people i want
other people's indecisiveness
people's bloody fuckin LACK of guilt, remorse and a conscience for that matter
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!!
i am dumbfounded, surprised and disgusted.
i'm sure there was a phase all of us went through - a time when we were barely out of diapers - when we would not touch a member of the opposite sex for fear of disease from said member of the opposite sex. how we would call each other names and protest, scream and whine whenever made to hold hands, talk, or even stand near them.
then there was another period of time when, we just hated the thought of public displays of affection, and seeing such displays invariably made us cringe and sneer. we hated such displays, because we couldnt have it. period. full-stop. end of story.
i have finally come to a time in my life when im beginning to understand the joys of affection, and the effect even the slightest form of affection has on someone. and by that i dont only mean the kinds you guys are thinking about(all you dirty minded people you). friendly affection, a hug, a pat on the back, you know, the works.
but then to the kind of affection you guys are thinking about. after all the relevations, the realisations, the other day, on my way to work, i came across this couple, and the guy...this(with lack for better words) fat, flabby and jiggly short guy was clinging onto his counterpart - a woman who's tall(taller than him anyway), not so pretty(not that bad either) and squarish looking. it was as if she was the tree and he, the koala bear. a distant, mutated form of koala bear anyway. he wasnt even that fat of a guy - just extremely wobbly AND soft. and all the while he was doing stuff with his mouth to her that i cant even start to describe. the wide, jelly-like, gaping hole that is his mouth. all this while right in front of me, leaving me with nowhere else to turn to.
its really sad. and revolting. and completely throws the idea of affection i had out of the window.
im deeply traumatised.
