...was one hour ago...stuck in a cab with one of the loathes of my life, a particular above-mentioned senior, as he was whispering sweet nothings to a particular lady friend over the phone ('whispering', if you were deaf)...even closing my eyes did nothing to mask out the horrible noise..."aiyoh it's even more piercing when you say that..."...my skin was crawling so hard i was wishing that i could jump right out of the moving cab...hey i wasn't eavesdropping, i'm only sorry i wasn't TOTALLY deaf... please let me die...
spent about half an hour after training talking to my coach and the above-mentioned senior about an above-mentioned asshole...at first i was upset with myself for not being able to do anything while he terrorised my junior, but now i think i'm also upset with the person he is attached to from our troupe for standing by and doing nothing to stop him. this is based on the assumption that she had no part in the whole matter. if she can look on as an outsider bullies her own junior, i really don't know whether to call it love, or betrayal. if she won't take care of her own juniors, i don't see how she can expect outsiders like this to respect them. watching her boyfriend stand up for her (pun unintended) may seem romantic to her, but all i see is an asshole making a lame attempt at raising himself up from pond scum status by putting others down. i suppose we are all a little confused when it comes to her because on the one hand, she is still one of us; on the other hand, taking cue from a chinese saying, daughters that have been married off are like water that has been poured out: you can't get them back. plus she's found love an...an asshole...'nuff said. i guess this is a classic case of sleeping with the enemy. well, sleep with the enemy, and you get shot dead at the frontline.
How About That? my friend has this theory she heard from a friend who heard it off Oprah Winfrey: every guy has a ladder, on which he places all the girls he meets in his life on each rung. the top rungs are for fantasy babes, the unattainable, the angelina jolies; the middle rungs are meant for friends, pretty girls they are hoping to score with, and basically just about every living being with chestal endowments; the bottom, which my friend calls 'the abyss', is...well you can figure that out for yourselves. girls, on the other hand, have 2 ladders: 1 for "just friends", and 1 for "life-partner hopefuls", the latter being the female equivalent of the guys' only ladder. in this case, both ladders never cross (or is it that only life partners can make the cross but friends can't...i dunno, i forget.). however, if a guy gets high enough on the "just friends" ladder, he might be able to make a jump over to the middle of the "life-partner hopefuls" ladder, which, in my opinion, is near hopeful since the top is reserved for mr. rights, whom we all know do not exist...
let me know if the theory really stands. usual address please.
Here I'm Pissed well today i'm feeling kinda annoyed. there's this guy from, well, an affiliated troupe who's been making a nuisance of himself and creating ripples in our otherwise quiet lives. i'm saying that to make a point that he's totally insignificant to us, if not for those annoying buzzing noises he makes around us. he thinks that just because he is the champion of some dumb competition, and that he is attached to someone from our troupe, that he has the right to throw his weight around. well, to me, and the rest of us, he's nothing but a pathetic loser. yes, that's right, a LOSER. i was already upset enough when he hurled vulgarities at me for what i still believe is NO APPARENT REASON, and now i'm over-the-top pissed off because he has taken to picking on MY OWN juniors. if he hasn't got juniors who bother enough to let themselves be picked on by him, that's his own tragic end. it doesn't give him a damn right in hell to say even the slightest thing about others' juniors, MY juniors. but, i guess that's what you do when you're an insecure loser, a pathetic excuse of a human being. he can't finish a sentence without stuffing his foot into his mouth, so he should forgive others for letting a finger slip in, shouldn't he? but i guess it's a difficult feat for a brainless, insecure loser--keeping his foot out of his mouth, and forgiving. hell, he probably doesn't even know what a foot is, since he keeps his ugly head so high up in the sky. it's one of the pair of things you walk on, those things that keep you firmly planted to the groun...oh ok i get it now. the thing is, when he is in our territory and surrounded by ourpeople, he should know better than to not even cover his nose to mask the sound of his breathing, much less forget to keep that asshole that occupies his ugly face shut. otherwise, his ugly face is going to be part of our table-cloth. and no, we see no pleasure in having any part of him in our territory, in every sense of the word 'part'. the pleasure stops after we've ripped his ugly face out. and i'll make sure my fingerprints are on it. well i'm not gonna bother with naming him, not to protect his imagined shroud of dignity, but because he's just plain too negligible to be mentioned. plus i don't know how to spell his name. why should i know? never did, never cared to, never will. and also because my mother brought me up well. mothers USUALLY do that, don't they?
The Power Of... i am really proud of myself today. i got into bed at 4.30am, woke up at 6.30am, dragged my tired and sore ass out of bed and into the toilet, and went to school for an 8am lecture, albeit late, but that's not the point...the point is, that, against my own good sense, and the advice of at least 2 people, i braved 2hrs of sleep and attended the bloody 1st lecture of the day--and of the week--all for 1, and only 1 reason: the above-mentioned eyecandy. i forced myself out of bed at the most unearthly hour just so i can be in the same lecture theatre with him for barely an hour...hey before u call me pathetic, at least i literally found a reason to go to bloody ulu pandan clementi for the very 1st lesson of the day--on a monday, for crying out loud. otherwise, i would have simply skipped today's lecture and all the other lectures for the rest of the semester, and slept this and every single monday in...hell, what was i thinking??? i should have bloody skipped today's lecture and slept the monday in!!! ARGH...!!!!!
And "L" Is For... oh well i think the sleep depravation is really starting to get to me...i started missing him and reminiscing about the past...or maybe it was just that i had dropped my fone on the bus and gotten it all scratched...*heart pain pain*...now i'm just waiting for the shipment of fone casings to come in soon...hopefully that won't burn another hole in my pocket... speaking of which, today has got to be a real big fat loser day for me...while walking out of the nokia care shop after getting my fone fixed, i was so busy re-setting the settings that i did not notice the people standing in the distance ahead of me...nor the glass wall that separated us...wall, not door, not anywhere near the door...and the instant when i walked into the glass wall, i was still trying to force my way through and wondering why i couldn't...in the end, in a bid to salvage whatever shred of dignity i had left in that bloody crowded centre, i attempted to cover up my embarrassment with anger by mumbling an audible 'fuck' and trying to locate the equally-invisible exit without turning back...did i mention it was an opened door anyways?... well things weren't much better back at home...halfway through a mammoth bun, my brother suddenly looked up and, pulling at the peeling white layer at the bottom of the bun, asked if it was part of the loaf, or paper...no prize for guessing who had the most fibre for dinner...
my bro calls this my 'annual blogging'...can't deny that he's not wrong...haha...hey i was busy during the hols...yeah it was the hols and i was busy...go figure...
well school started monday, and i believe i have decided on my major. yes, it's probably gonna be a shared between english literature and either english language or sociology...most likely sociology...i sealed my own fate at 8am on monday morning--10am, to be exact--when i saw my eye candy from last semester queueing up to buy the text for the same sociology lecture...hey don't blame me, everyone needs a little motivation for an 8am lecture on a monday morning--it's sheer torture, i tell you.
coming back...yup i decided to let some cute guy decide the course of my future, the source of my income for the next 40 years (should i live to see my own retirement), the force behind my existence in time to come (read:CAREER), the...ok i've run out of 'course'-rhyming words. anyway...and he's not exactly cute anyway...actually on the contrary, he is the epitomy of the word 'cute': adorable, but ugly. well, people who know me and my taste in guys will nod in knowing agreement...
oh...the tragedy that is MY LIFE... (cue dramatic music)
