Monday, August 30, 2010

Hell hath no fury

At times I loathe being female. It's just such a tiring role to play. Being surrounded by females makes things much more worse.

I don't get a  lot of things in this world. The way people clamour for fame and glory and go through all sorts of despicable ways to attain the duo. 

If you want to use me, fine. That's your prerogative. But I reserve the right to detest you and group you all the way down down there together with the grub and the muck of the earth. Drop off the face of the earth and see if I care ? 

The next time you try to study with a fever, headache and a blocked nose whilst insensitive bastardos pester you for things aimed at attaining their own goals , AND you manage to hold your composure steady - I applaud you and will duly nominate you for the Nobel Peace Prize or something. equally noble because it is just not humanly possible. 

The world is going to the dogs. That's the sad fact. Nobody cares about anyone else anymore. 

Screw tact ! It's the cold, bare truth from now on. If you don't make your own effort, don't expect others to clean up the mess you left behind. You and your trail of regrets shall haunt you forevermore....or at least until another idiot comes along to sweep it all up. Rest assured, that person won't be me. Capisce

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Gene pool

Conversations with the father unit ... 

[9:37:51 PM] Billy Chia: macky has tat key
[9:38:06 PM] Billy Chia: macky is the pet name for josh pc
[9:38:23 PM] Billy Chia: nokky is my e61
[9:38:41 PM] Billy Chia: lappy is my toshiba
[9:39:33 PM] Billy Chia: ashpy is the "new" acer
[9:40:08 PM] Billy Chia: yrs lappygirl and nettygirl
[9:41:08 PM] Joanna: wat the ....
[9:41:11 PM] Joanna: lol !

Sigh, and they say it's high time I grew up !! ..... I have the coolest parents :P

Thursday, August 05, 2010

When God speaks ...

you step back at the astounding glory of the Lord

I admit to being a faithless Christian.  I'm a scatterbrained child. I panic way too easily. I cry too easily, I get angry fast, I forget equally fast. I'm vulnerable to hurt, I care too much. I get down, I get emotional, I get morose. I've been annoying and irritating.

Was on my regular blog hops ... and suddenly heard this song. It's the ONE song that keeps playing out of the blue when I least expect to stumble upon it ... and every time, I break down ..

Oh ye of little faith !

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Enough with that !

They say growing up can be a pain. 

Perhaps I'm still a child. Perhaps I'm silly enough that I'll be eaten up whole the moment I'm thrown into the shark pools of the world. Idealism does not a good match for realism make ... 

It's a scary feeling , this. This never knowing who's true, what's real, whom to believe and to try to look through the masks that we all don. It's a huge blow in this dream I've weaved in my ignorance. To be lost for words and yet have so many things pooling around in an over-cluttered mind. I no longer know who you are ..... 

I pray for God's guidance, for wisdom and the strength to pull through the greatest odds. Things will work out, they always do ... 

There will come a time when cotton candy transitions from being a kid's treat to cavity causing devil clouds... perhaps that's what growing up is all about.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

No dancing shoes have touched these dusty floors ..

This epitomizes in song what my heart would never admit ...

Are they laughing "at or with me"
Ah baby those are such great shoes
And I think that I'm so happy now
And I think this is a better you

Oooooooo ooooh
Are they laughing at or with me
Oooooooo ooooh
Why can't we just say what we mean

People are just trying to fit in
But is there something telling you
You can't trust anyone in this town
Ah baby those are such great shoes

Oooooooo ooooh
Are they laughing at or with me
Oooooooo  ooooh
Why can't we just say what we mean

Don't put your money where your mouth is baby
We don't want to see you choke
Nobody's joking around here anymore
Nobody's broking any high scores
No dancing shoes have touched these dusty floors
For such a long long time
For such a long long time
For such a long time

Oooooooo ooooh
Are they laughing at or with me
Oooooooo ooooh
Why can't we just say what we mean