Friday, October 14, 2005

Listening to: Lose my breath by Destiny's Child


I need a pick-me-up now. Seriously.

Ain't feeling the post-exam stress nor the joys that come with having the moment of the month either. Nope, the honor belongs to "Oh-mommy-dearest." I've read more than enough blog entries about how our female parental unit has ruined our lives and how fucked up things are prolly; considering how I've done that so many times and am pretty sick of it.
But how I still wish that she would cut me some slack and loosen up a lil on the whole stringent-cleanliness regime. A spring-cleaning Nazi, I'd reckon.

There's something that has been weighing me down for the last few weeks, and I'm thankful for Mena and Germaine to sound me out and take on me negative vibes. Thanks babes, and I think I'm getting over him pretty much. I've just read an article regarding this aspect of my social life, and it wrote:

"Well, it appears that he is pretty much over you...and you should do the same. Dress up and look gorgeous, and jump the next person with a living pulse that waltzes past you! Cos this is not the end and the party's just getting started!"

Hehe. Perhaps I shall do as what the higher powers dictated.

Another thing. Do I seem contrived, perhaps even fake to you? Pardon me, but I'll be a lil crude. I read thru some of my budddies' entries, and it seems that they had been going thru some rough patches, but I didn't know. I wonder which is more surprising, that I was retardly slow to notice their pain, or that I wasn't approached by any to talk to?

I know most of my princesses are strong, but I'd really like to share weal and woe, if anything. I wish to be that good fren that anyone can talk to, the one that can lend them a shoulder and a kaki to kick ass. I really cannot stand those cliched "Life's unfair...yadayada." But then I guess there's might be a grain of truth in them after all.

Then again, this is prolly jus one of my angsty blogger days topped by the lovely cherry on the top that is the upcoming TDMC paper. I have been talking crap long enuff.

"This my shit."- Gwen Stefani. No shit bout that.

Who needs love?