blogger lost the entry i wrote last night. the first few times it happened, i raged and rampaged, frustrated as hell. but over time i've come to terms with the meaning of 'loss' and losing one silly entry (regardless of the time spent) does not measure up (and never will) to some of the things i've lost.
so there. now that i've put things in perspective...
lit pick of the week: the time traveler's wife.
i have a feeling it's gonna leave me in tears, somehow.
i stole it from right between eugene's fingers on friday, while helping out with JAE. you see.. there ARE some advantages to being girl *wink* (it's not a spelling error)
i don't get it. why people judge me the way they do. at first (second AND third) sight, people think i'm a snob. WHY? it's actually pretty hilarious- the rationale behind my blog address. after meeting and getting to know me, mat confessed that he was surprised i was so nice AND funny. heh. no thanks to a certain J-boy, who had been going around spreading untruths about me. JERK. mat & izyan told me that all the while i had been sharing iskandar's locker, they referred to me as the 'snobbish slut'. why, you ask? all because i supposedly walk with my chin in the air *smirk* i can't help the way i walk!
they were so kind as to mention that my chin is too sharp?!? the post-IJ me would've been hurt and outraged. however, being exposed to psychotic designers day-in and day-out takes its toll on you- the effect: utmost delight.
i ran around the field that very second screaming at the top of my brains," I'M A SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!"
there are tons more first impressions- all proven to be wrong in the long run. pauline didn't like me at first.. which spanned almost the entire freshmen year. but that's alright :) she loves me now. hee. weimin thought i was some spoilt rich daddy's girl- because i have a maid. like huh? *bemused* spoilt?nope. rich? no no no. daddy's girl? affirmative. i think. by the way, carol's been with us even before i was born, 19+ years. she's more than family.
okay, back to the book. they ALL assumed that a) i had never seen/touched a book before or b) had never read one. tsk. didn't your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? albeit a haggard tired-looking cover. but still. i read on, enthralled by the words dancing across the page. eugene half-expected me NOT to get the storyline. sigh, i tire of all their pre-conceived notions- especially when it's about me.
i didn't finish the book- i had to leave. but i made a mental note to pick it up at orchard library asap. my favourite library. ang mo kio's revamp has only made it safe for noisy children to run around like it's the zoo without cages.
chick lit of the week: split ends by sarah harvey.
absolutely adorable. i never get sick of reading this book. in fact, i've borrowed it almost everytime i go to sarah's place- which totals 874.3465 times. i can even quote it.
classic of the week: anna karenin. leo tolstoy.
'the psychological novel of the nineteenth century'
of 'contemporary life in russia and of humanity in general'
pity i never made it to the end- YET. in an unsuccessful attempt to live up to my self-proclaimed studious/intellectual image, i bought it along with me to the beach. for the first time in my life, i didn't feel like swimming; so i read. and these guys casually trampled their way into our territory and proceeded to do a striptease in front of us (while 50.8375% of the beach remained empty)
please, i'd PAY you to put your clothes back on.
not before long, i found my lids getting heavier. the salty smell of the sea, suncreen and the breeze worked better than any lullaby.
i haven't touched the book since :(
backtrack. i spotted a familiar face in the crowd on friday. an old primary school classmate. i shall not go into too much detail- should he sue for libel. he thoroughly disappointed me with the careless attitude he took on regarding his future. for some inane reason, he brings out my sarcasm in full force- and seems to enjoy it!
i told him straight to his face," i find your lack of ambition in life somewhat unappealing."
"maybe you should go to tekong, grow up a bit. mentally."
it is his business, what he chooses to do/or not do with his life. his money, his time. but what happened next immediately put a look of disgust on my face, one i could not wipe off even if i wanted to.
you can't remember her name?!?! you even dare ask for a full description from ME to verify if it was the correct girl. hair colour. length. height. facial features. how recent? this year, last? just how many girls have you been with?
when i saw you, your foreheads superglued together. your bodies conjoined, like siamese twins. this much intimacy.. yet you squint and strain just to remember her face? how is it that i can remember her features even more clearly than you can? did she mean so little to you?
did she mean ANYTHING at all?
later on, another completely unrelated incident broke down my beliefs and flung them far far away. man can be so cruel.
to anyone who has hurt/is hurting anyone. don't.
everyone tells me i'm picky. i'm not. but looking at all of this, maybe i should be.
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