Let me just be random before I leave.
I'm alone at home. One of my eyelashes just fell out just now. I did probably 5% of my homework today. I yawned and yawned till I cried. I think my parents are afraid I'll become autistic. My sister is starting to learn how to play mahjong.
I don't like people who act chio. I don't like people who think they're chio when they're not. I don't like people who think they're chio but go all "No la I'm so ugly!" when people politely say that they're chio but are secretly jumping in glee in their heads. And then they go like, "Walao XXXX is damn ugly la!" Who gave you the right to call someone else ugly when (you think) you're ugly? Or is it because it takes one to know one? I don't like people who complain about being copied when they themselves copy other people. Utter bullshit.
I don't like my cousin, who's 21, and can't even remember my name. You're a moron.
I don't like some people who condemn other people's decisions just because they don't agree with them.
McKenzie: [drunk] So do you have a boyfriend?
Summer: No.
McKenzie: Why not?
Summer: Because I don’t want one.
McKenzie: Come on; I don’t believe that.
Summer: You don’t believe that a woman could enjoy being free and independent?
McKenzie: Are you a lesbian?
Summer: [laughing] No I’m not a lesbian. I just, don’t feel comfortable being anyone’s girlfriend. I don’t actually feel comfortable being anyone’s anything.
McKenzie: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Summer: Really?
McKenzie: Nope.
Summer: Ok, let me break it down for you–
McKenzie: Break it down!
Summer: Ok. I, like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; might as well have fun while we can and, save the serious stuff for later.
McKenzie: You’re a dude. [to Tom] She’s a dude!
Tom: Ok but wait–wait. What happens, if you fall in love?
[Summer scoffs]
Tom: What?
Summer: You don’t believe that, do you?
Tom: It’s love, it’s not Santa Claus.
(500) Days of Summer
The people you meet will change your life, even in the smallest ways. The people you don't meet change your life too, in ways you might not even know.
I can't be fucked to talk about it.
I wish to be the person I want myself to be.
People shake their heads and smile to themselves when they hear about XXXXX and then they shoot me a look that's meant to be sympathetic like, "I feel so sorry for you". But I don't need sympathy. Why can't someone listen to me first and judge later.
There are also people who ask me why I'm so stupid. You know what, I don't think I'm stupid. I think what I have is merely something you don't have (yet).
I'm sick of this. I just want to do what I can. I don't want to be bothered by what I can't do. Sometimes I look at myself and I can't even recognise myself anymore. :(
On a more superficial note, CNY has plagued me with extra weight, a worsening complexion and an almost omnipresent bad mood. The only plus side is the angbaos.. Which I don't even get to keep.
You're like an Indian summer in the middle of a winter :)
Blogging here and revealing this blog to the public defeats the purpose of not blogging at the other blog.
So... Bye.
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