It's not a secret but I miss a long jog at east coast beach. It's been a few weeks. I can't swim now since QQ went back to Jakarta. If only his landlady wasn't a barking female.
Jo bought a new black Lab! I haven't been properly expose my excitement to her new little friend but Jo, if you're reading this, I LOVE LAB. AND I LOVE ROTTWEILER. For one reason or another, Rottweiler is black and you do the math. I love black lab.
Cutie Pie, the latest addition to Husky's quarantine tank died today. It was a well-shaped Ranchu. Imagine if it grows nice and big. One goodness-forbid day, if I were to be selling-my-bras broke, I could secretly auction that ranchu, ya? ;)
I'm not that sad, really, it's just a big pity since Cutiepie was a very cute ranchu (hence the name).
I found out, through pain-in-the-buttcheeks journey, cliche as it is, people practice offense is the best defense. You know, you don't have to talk down upon other people to tell the world that you're not perfect.
See, a friend of mine called me fat a few days ago. Well, I'm not stick skinny thin, but I watch my weight. I believe women should have fat where there should be fat. I don't buy waif look and I'm not obsessed to be 45kg. I thought it might just be a different in perspective.
But another friend told me that she recently underwent a serious diet and loss 5 kgs in a few weeks, and still feel fat. She's thin now, by the way.
I guess she must've felt very good to lose all that chunks inside that bunks.
The thing that annoys me VERY MUCH is that she needs to repeat herself more than a few times to point out that I am fat. I mean, man. If you're happy, good. I'm happy for you. But you don't need to compare yourself to me to make you feel better, right. More over, is it really necessary make me feel bad about myself to make you happy?
Another thing. So yes, I know a little bit more about culture than my peers. It's simply because I'm brought up with it. And no one I know cares about it. Those who cares normally don't have time to sit down and discuss it with me over coffee. Spontaneous that I am, I would just blurt out my thoughts of a performance and sometimes criticize a technique with terms that maybe, they don't understand. It's not bragging. Case study A, with A.
What jerks me out, is that when I talk about it, and A looked uncomfortable and shoot me back with terms that she knows about rollerblades. Double You Tea Elf. I mean, it's stupid, right. If you're uncomfortable, just say so; lord knows I wouldn't mind to keep it until I go home and type blogger on my mozilla. There's no need to ignite any tension.
And the ever-so-famous, "Why do you wear make up? You are so fake."
Dear Shallow,
Just because you're not make-up savvy and put up that idealistic thought on your facade, it doesn't mean that I'm fake. It just shows that you are insecure around me.
I bet if you have a plane ticket to New York and start anew, you'll be 'fake' as well.
Now shoo and stop bothering me.
The last case. I want to write for Husky.
Dear Sweetie,
Don't be sad over cutiepie. Some wonders are just best to have never known the world. Now smile up and call me.
Ciao.
PS: I hate M1. Seriously. Whoever said M1 is the best must not be a very social person, because I tell you, M1 is not only expensive, but doesn't offer anything much. Remember Iris? Now Starhub has Iris service. The best they have in their reward points is $30 Zara Voucher. Seriously. $30 at Zara. You'll only get yourself a tank top. And a not very good one that is!
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