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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Eat with Moderation
Hello folks. One of my friends, on the rare chance of encountering me lingering around MSN ask me a funny question. On that note, I said rare because of the time difference and such and such. Oh the funny question was, WTF happened to your facebook? Ya ya, I thought people don't care! And he uttered that I changed my profile pic once a decade (my facebook account haven't even had her fifth birthday yet!) and is practically dead.

Well in my defense, I'm a fairly easily bored person. So Facebook has lost its charm on me. I logged in only when I received messages and rarely do FaceWalk. And in case you're wondering, the last three activities on my Facebook has been playing with Barn farm something (put weeds on QQ's farm - And I can't even be arsed to care about my farm anymore), receiving an article from a girl who doesn't know my e-mail address and misplaced the paper's e-mail address, and chatting with a painter who thanked me for what I wrote and doesn't know my e-mail address.

Everything on the net bores me ultimately. Maybe not blogger. Because it's a space where I can bitch. And nothing beats bitching. I've found some bitches to bitch these days hence why I haven't been blogging. I'm so simple!

Anyways, on a serious note, I'm pleading my father to let me go back. But he hasn't allowed me to. I'm thinking that he has a hidden agenda to force me stay and chat up with my paternal family. Which I'd love to but I'm homesick like a cold puppy.

Yesterday I had the most amazing dim-sum. Hey you guys, when you guys come, I'll bring you to eat FOOD THAT'S SO GOOD that you wish you're born in Canada. No I lied. Nothing beats Indonesian food.

Oh yesterday also, I met these couple, the guy is more girly than the girl and the girl is more manly than the guy. Yes, in all senses! They even tickled my olfactory system. I understand one transgender in a relationship. But two? Isn't it the same with straight relationship, only that they're not so straight. I mean, they're straight when you look at it, but it's not really valid since they are not. And I shouldn't be categorizing them as straight or not because it's the person right? But I'm so bugged that I can't put my fingers on it. It's like, gay, gay, straight straight, pick a side. Husky understands them pretty well. He has no trouble at all in comprehending what I'm talking about. KK lectured me about it. I still don't get it.

#2. I love Mac Style Warrior! It's awesome. Esp. Tribalist brought me back to the time of the Nomads of the North and Warlords.

HAPPY CANADA DAY EVERYONE!


WISHLIST:

1. The Art of War - Sun Tzu
2. DiorShow Blackout Mascara
3. A return ticket to Bali
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