unbelievable, unfair and irritating

people are fucking unbelievable. i’m alive and standing and no one bothers to shoot me straight in my face. instead, bypasses and judgements are made. i mean seriously, have the fucking courage to ask the perpetrator herself. i am not the brightest person around but i can clearly identify bullshit excuses. i never believe in turning the other cheek.

human beings are placed in three categories. those i like, those i’m civil to because it is necessary to survive, and those who will die if they screw me. lines blur easily when buttons are pushed.

it seems like i’m the only one who is supposed to keep to promises and ends of bargains. fucking unfair.

and i am actually upset when i have a million things to worry about.

fucking irritating.

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this is for you

conversations about bombs and luggage sizes six hours before you leave. somehow, even though i was aware of the eventual departure, it never really struck me till last evening. it is weird actually, how although we dont often meet when we are in the same 42 sq km of land, i realise i am going to miss you damn much when you are half the world away.

i’m not going to say study hard cos it is in your innate nature. but i’m going to tell you to have fun cos your GPA can afford to dip by a lot and you’re still on the road to a fantastic career. take loads and loads of photos to make us jealous and make sure they include captures of cute canadian boys. travel much and screw being broke. eat like no tomorrow since you dont get fat anws.

be safe and remember to come back eventually!

countdown: 4 days

last 500 tickets for sale at $10 each.

one week and i feel

like dropping a class.
that i want to strangle some people.
buried under the notyetread readings.
i have done enough to last for the next month.
totally exhausted.

it is going to take a miracle for me to survive this semester.

like killing myself.

finally decent looking

impressmu countdown

sex sells.

and i’m so glad our dear marketing head always agree with this point. hahas.. sometimes i think we are not meant to be girls.

friendship is…

(hahahs.. i feel like i’m trying to get everything out of my system before i metaphorically die next week)

to all my friends, see if you can identify yourselves.

- listening to complaints about boyfriend and grade probations.
- trying to give travel advice/suggestions to the one flying away soon.
- remembering the one far away who bakes.
- starting all over again.
- bitching, whining, gossiping.
- knowing when to talk and when not to.
- atas breakfast because one gets paid better than the rest.
- photowhoring, preventing restaurants from closing, laughing, be total embarrassments.
- older, new priorities but still funTies.
- hospital/home visits and planning for overseas trips.
- reliving childhood during chalet.
- staying behind not because you need to or really want to but because you just dont forsake.
- keeping awake during never ending meetings and ploughing through the never ending work.
- sharing internship stories and lamenting about the un-fairer sex.
- instant conversations despite not having seen each other for ages.

even though i ran out of energy to show my love often, you all know i still do!

summer 2007

things i managed to do:
keep mess to the minimum
tv-ing (very pathetically low amount but better than nothing)
catch up with people (ditto above)

also managed to:
celebrate many many birthdays
start, struggle through and end internship
quarrel, argue, fight
finally declare my majors
get hospitalised for a week
juggle bizcom amidst all the personal crises
become totally wasted
bond with family
celebrate friendships

things i DID NOT manage to do:
travel
become intellectual
rest

truth be told, this summer is too exciting for me and it doesnt feel like a break at all. in fact, the excitment is going to freaking continue cos week one is utter wham-bam-slam. starting with an amazing race monday and ending with a 12km run with the odac guys sunday. seriously, i think they are better off taking turns fireman-lifting me.

anws, i grew up a little bit more than i wanted to. hopefully, i will be away in the US of A for summer 2008 – frivolously spending my parents’ money, happily having flings and relishing the few precious years of youth left.

guybashing, inyourface, xena thingy

one starts to think she does the whole guybashing, inyourface, xena thingy too much when her prof sends her the following:

“This character is hard-boiled, foul-mouthed, fedup, emotionally self-sufficient and unforgiving. She’s like one of those battle-hardened combat vets, who’s had the sentimentality beaten out of her and who no longer has time for romance or etiquette. She’s disgusted by male idiots and contemptuous of the feminine flirts who cater to them…

This character is obviously a product of the cold-eyed age of divorce and hookups. It’s also a product of the free-floating anger that’s part of the climate this decade. But as a fantasy ideal, it’s also descended from the hard-boiled Clint Eastwood characters who tamed the Wild West and the hard-boiled Humphrey Bogart and Charles Bronson characters who tamed the naked city…

The heroines of these songs handle this wide-open social frontier just as confidently and cynically as Bogart handled the urban frontier. These iPhone Lone Rangers are completely inner-directed; they don’t care what you think. They know exactly what they want; they don’t need anybody else. ~david brooks (NYT)