I’m on the fucking warpath for the next few weeks. As much as feeling weighed down by lightness recently, I'm longing for the feeling of being subjugated. Many deemed it as "Xiao Nu Ren" but I think being Xiao Nu Ren has more fun than other bull-headed women who just doesn't seem to LET GO. Urgh, I've been insatiable lately. It is kinda crazy I know. Just dried up and looking for signposts.
Some girls out there think I’ve really got it figured out, and I appreciate your faith in my ability to provide good advice for your life. But you know what? I don’t really have any ‘good advice’. I’ll never be able to write (or bother to write) some bullshit email that sounded like I ripped it out from one of the books from the Chicken Soup series. There’s really only one answer to all your problems and it’s this: Live your life the way you want to.
That really solves everything, isn't it? But of course, don't kill. Mr Phan gave me a piece of advice during my farewell lunch: Try Everything. In all seriousness, try EVERYTHING. Sometimes, or rather, very often, you wish you had the confidence to pursue but you don’t believe you can, and therefore you never will, period.
Well, moving on. You know, all that bullshit about taking your clothes off in front of just about anyone cheapening the process for yourself is just that. Bullshit. Eating Cadbury chocolate all your life doesn’t cheapen the sacredness of biting into a box of fresh Royce. Cadbury is good, but Royce is indulgingly good, ultra good. Better then only ever having eaten the former all your life! Same goes for sex. Okay, I'm too dry to elaborate on sex. MOVE ON!
To end off today's entry, I need to do this. It's been boiling in me for a period of time. Nothing vulgar, nothing obscene. Here it goes... ...
Loathesome people : I really do try my best to empathize with people who I find difficult to tolerate. It’s never ‘they’re obnoxious’ or ‘they’re presumptuous’ or whatever. It’s always, ‘maybe they’re not having it so good in the female department at the moment’ or ‘they’re just insecure’ or whatever. Having my little tableau pissed-offs, this is what I have to say to the pissers:
Think what you want, if it’s nice, go ahead and give me a peck. If it isn’t, you should simply go find somewhere else to stick your garbage. It’s free anyway.
