I've been home early from Uni this past couple of days now. Have not
been feeling well, all icky and bleh are the words to describe me right
now.
Life has been good here in New Zealand, been sending my assignments
back in time, passing said assignments (altough just barely). Wondering
why in hell am I'm not getting A plusses (gee,could it be due to too
much dota and lazyness?). I'm wondering to myself where was my fiery
motivation in the first year? The hell bent determination to break
world records and dominate the world attidude.
I feel as if I'm changing to someone that a younger me would have
dissaproved off. An old hag that has no future, no belief, no
aspirations, letting herself get fat and lazy and worse still letting
myself stop believing that I can do anything.
I hate that.
I hate this feeling of stupidity and knowing I can do it and yet not trying.
I hate myself.
Maybe I just need to hate myself a little bit more to get back into shape, mentally and physically.
You know when people say love yourself before you can learn to love
others. Well a little too much of self loving can be self destructive
as well you know.
Too much self loving.
Pfft.
Till Then
Have you ever felt that nice warm feeling in your being whenever a friend (doesn't matter what gender) is being nice to you and treats you like a beautiful being? Whenever I feel this sort of emotion I get really really uncomfortable, like seriously 'must break off this relationship now' sort of uncomfortable.
I never really got used to the idea that people are nice to you because they
1. really like you
2. are decent thuman beings
or
3. Genuinely felt that being nice was what friends did for each other
This is because
1. I have always encountered people who are nice because they wanted something in return
2. They wanted to get my knickers in a twist and then take them off
and
3. kiss my ass and wanted something in return
So imagine my bafflement when I do meet genuine nice people who care for you and really are concerned for your well being. It boggles my senses it does! But it also makes me wanna hug em real tight and never let go.
I got an email asking me to take care of myself, take loads of vitamins and wear warm clothes to keep the cold at a distance. She wrote this all the way from Singapore just because she saw my msn message that I was sick.
Li Yang always calls me up (no matter what time it is) to check on me and to see if i'm ok. She always does this when she think I skip a class ( I say 'think' because sometimes she doesn't remember that I'm not in all her classes).
How do these people have the time to do this sort of thing? Do they muster up the emotion to give a damn or is it just how they are? Or most important question here for me is, am I really their friend? (pathethic, I know).
You know, I have lived in a world where people say things just because they can, I loves you are not terms of endearments but words that are as meaningless as hellos and goodbyes. The word friends for me always brought up images of hurt, bitchiness, competition and learning to laugh and hate at the same time.
So let me be as I savor this moment of having truly understood how it is to be love and be loved without any sexual connotations attach to the word.
Friends.
Till Then
Have you ever head anyone utter the word 'eep'? Do you even know how it
sounds like? Well I had the fortune of hearing it live (with full of
emotion).
Have I made you interested? Keen on trying it out on some unsupecting fool?
Get a bug hating man.
Make sure he's doing something engrossing like playing computer games
Get a praying mantis (actually, make that two praying mantis)
Let the bugs roam free and sooner or later they'll land on the unsupecting male (cause they can smell fear y'all!)
Hear the big men do a girly EEP!
See him attack the bugs with swirling hand motions and frantic hand swaps.
Make sure you have a camcorder when you so this
End result
Laughing your head off with a classic video to show his mates.
The look in his face?
Farking bloody priceless.
Till Then
For some reason I really like this girl: Jasiminne The Penguin. She looks like an FHM model, has a really funky artsy fartsy side and has a nasty sense of humor. If i were a guy I'd dig her.
Wait a minute.
Even if I wasn't a guy I'd still dig her.
I'm just wondering why she calls herself a penguin?
Till Then
I promise that after this tenth blog that I am stalking and browsing through my emails for the 15th time, while going through friendster for the 6th time, after all this I WILL START MY POLICY ESSAY!
I will, I promise I will.
And then she scratches her butt and continues on surfing.