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i want to kill all of you.. lil cockroaches ok, sadly. i am still suffering from the ill fated bout of food poisoning. i dont know whats up but i am still vomitting and diahorrea-ing. oh whatever. i dont think there should be a certain rule on how to treat women. To me there isnt a secret manual which you can follow to understand the complexity of women's hearts. whatsmore, i dont even want to give the person a label. it should not be, "oh if guy. like this like that. if girl.. like that like this" its ridiculous aint it? it should be equal, no matter girl, guy, ftm or mtf. shouldnt it? then again, what is love. you got it if you actually say i dont know love. i wasnt brought up in a "love is in the air" home, rather to me everything's business. its trading. you get tgt with me because i've got something you want. for that is how i am worthy, to you. youre to me because similarly youve got something i want. isnt it? the medium this time aint money but the thing called love. is it really love or just simply sweetnothings, i love yous and more love songs? then again, i dont know what youre seeking, am i right? sounds so in-your-face but its factual aint it? thats what it is to me. and so far I havent seen anything worth more than that. it aint worth a damn thing to me because it aint any but a damn transaction. then now you might ask me, why the hell am i attached with febe. the truth is that i have nothing to do. too much time to spare then again its not like i am spending a lot of time with her. physically that is. but i've been sickly this whole week, so that aint my fault.. right? haha. and no, i dont whisper sweetnothings because i dont believe in saying something that i dont mean, dont feel, dont wanna do. aye, then i can get tgt with somebody even tho i dont dig? hypocrite indeed. i got to relook on that situation. now where's char.. i said to aud and i am gonna say it here.. i think jamie cullum looks really like gerald.. hahaha. he does okay! why not try to look at things from a different angle? a lot of things arent flat. they have many dimensions, different corners, blind spot. why not take things from there? you may find out that a lot of things aint the way you actually see it. whats good is that, they offer you more than one way of looking at it. and when you see this, your emotions, reactions, understandability all changes. I am not asking you to imagine new stuff. like possibility of otherwise but using the same thing turning it around. you may get something else altogether. think about it. sometimes what other people do, really aint nothing got to do with us. like jol's blog. aint you know, curiousity kills the bloody damn cat. it does. and i hope none of us here makes that mistake. i dont want you getting killed or tekaned by mistake. one lesson that i've learn just today and i hope i can practise it. i read 8 days and irene ang says about the 8 big rule to stay in the industry. being nice isnt being fake i have never been nice, sweet, goodhearted, perfect or anything like that. i was thinking maybe i should start. being nice that is. lets hope, i make something outta this. okay, singapore idol is quite cool. some dudes can actually sing i mean, olinda definitely can! but i am talking about somebodies else. this mixed blood girl with curly hair who works in starbucks? and this other one whose 17 and wore black for the second song (the solo part)? she's the first girl who sang after florence lashed out. and the malay-chinese-lookalike who sang after her? aye. he is the guy who loves pink. nathaniel and his boyband gang definitely have starquality. those 3 coolies looks good on stage man. pardon my pun. :) my mom is my hero. she kills cockroaches like.. like.. drinking water.. i was prancing and screaming " freaggin baga cockroaches, bagero" she just came out, took some toilet paper and went.. "piak piak.. aiyoh why it run so fast.. PIAK" then the roach was dead. oh, God Bless its soul. how those pest. the when i went in again later (i.e some 10 mins later) a smaller baby one was running around my sink. no wonder i am stillhaving diahorrea after washing my hands at every opportunity. with those lil bageros running about, i dont think i can get well soon. haha. ok, after all the crap. i need to sleep. cant no deliver substansial works because i havent been out, never needed to think. BUT HEY! its my HOLIDAY aint it?! ooooolinda. (read: her mom must have thought abt it. if that girl was called linda. then i would have gone ohlinda. like oh, my linda. so to get to the point, her mom just calls her olinda. hahaha. i dont know if its her mom. just assuming.) 2:47 am powered by blogger |
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