See the resemblance? flap flap.
I'm so fucking busy with nothing.
I haven't been considering my priorities in university. It's first year. I tell myself. The
Hate fuckers like this. You create unrealistic representation of the effort it takes to be made. He went to Abu Dhabi to intern for 6 months at the world-renowned Burj Al Arab and probably has a million and one other community, family, academic commitments but the only thing that stuck with me is his awkwardness, slight acne and careless shrug each time he admits "I barely turned up to any of my lectures in first year."
Bitch, don't make it look easy. I mean it probably is, considering my ability to put my insecurity in school work on steroids-overdrive, but still. He's put a very bad example of himself out to the first years, especially to the fellas who just signed up for the program because they're still unsure of what they want to do right now.
How am I going to achieve this?
Anyhow, looking back, 8 years ago, blogging was a way for me to rationalize my "bad emotions", make fun of retarded trends and stupid cunts in school and bitch about the incompetence of the NAS school staff and overall stifling rigidity of the Singaporean school system. Still, I have fond memories of Ngee Ann. It is after all, where I met many fun people and good friends (I choose to omit the word "great" so we wont accidentally inflate any egos here... ahem).
In terms of growth, I haven't changed much except perhaps in terms of my attitude towards partying, image and men. Of course, my hands have grown heavy and fingers very tired and no longer blog about life's conundrums and blast society's lack of common sense, maturity and intelligence. Mocking, however, is still a favorite pastime I prefer to share with the company of like-minded friends.
What happened on my birthday?
For the first time ever, was duped and surprised by 4 lovely ladies, including my sweet room mate. I was baked 3 "chocolate marble" cakes... which they fucked up the swirls. So I guess they were more like chocolate brownie slabs. My brilliant Jewish friend A (it had to be Jewish) managed to fool me into really thinking nothing was going on and totally put me off. I never suspected a thing. The rest of them hid in my roommate's cramped, stuffy closet and came out (Tom Cruise, take a cue here, you 5-foot-nothing Scientolofreak midget) to surprise me once I was lead back, unsuspecting as fuck. Birthday shots, everyone on my floor knocked at midnight to sing me happy birthday, was told to keep it down by the floor R.A.s with alcohol (prohibited...) in hand. Was quite tipsy by then. Boys came in and we talked and drank and Facebook stalked hot guys (I've never felt so straight in my life) till 3 in the 'mo. A rare slice of vacuous, girly bonding time. Another sentimental first.
I used to be a fucking critical bitch (still am) when it comes to people, but I now know it's still great to have good, kind-hearted and caring people in your life, despite their naivete or lack of maturity. I will miss her once we move out at the end of our first year in April.
You're boring as fuck. So you didn't do anything to start you big two-ty with a bang?
Clubbed. Danced wildly enough to attract attention of a few manwhores, and basically had the rest of my night's booze paid for. Considering it was me and 2 other tiny ass girls, I was lucky they were hot enough to keep having guys hit on them while I was slowly forgetting how to use gravity. Needless to say, at the end of the night, a couple of kind strangers asked the cops to drive us back to the university, while my friends made sure I didn't land face-first into a snowbank. I woke up the next morning with rug burn all over my chin and areas around my mouth. Fuck making out with guys with beards.
Slut. So have you lost your virginity yet?
No. While withholding the dirty stories and alcohol-fueled escapades, I can still reassure you that I am a girl with moral standards and sexual ethics. And by sexual ethics I mean that I can still have carnal desires as per basic human nature, but I would never give into urges no matter how big the temptation (of big cock HA HA HA).
So in a nutshell, I don't fuck around.
(Note: May have also become a better liar with my two sensible decades on Earth.)
Anyway, it's back to the daily grind tomorrow. Hopefully I can get my fucking sleep back on fucking track. God, it feels delightful to be an online potty mouth. Don't worry, I'm still an amazingly nice person with a beautiful soul on the inside. It's just the crust that has rotten a little.
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