Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
People often like to start their sentences with ‘I’. Like, ‘I think that your thighs are fat.,’or ‘I used to go out with Wentworth Miller’. We all love to be the center of attraction, the life of the party, and I guess, we all like to talk about ourselves. Every itsy bitsy details in our lives.
Lately, I have been yearning for some female company. To do girly stuff like painting toe nails with facial masks on, eating Ben and Jerry’s out of a tub while watching ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’. Cutting out photos of Paris Hilton, making a scrapbook out of it and then hate her because she looks so freaking hot. (Don’t laugh, I used to do it.) It seems eons ago since I’ve done stuff like that. I reckon the last time was with Caryn, it was great and I remember feeling real awful and stuff because I was going through a bad breakup.
It’s pathetic, but I hardly have girlfriends right now. They always say that a girl needs to have a BFF, or what I’d call BGFF. I used to have one, but things happen. Since then, my social circle consists mainly of males. Conan’s my dearest and closest friend. He makes me chuckle and snort, embarrass me occasionally and tease me mercilessly. He likes to laugh at the fact that I tell bad jokes, like the one about the chair that could walk.
I was once told me by a friend that he thinks that I am a guy residing in the body of a female. Maybe that’s not entirely true, but sometimes I think I am unlike your average female who has girlfriends, who mops and mows, gets emotional and stuff. I won’t go as far as calling myself androgynous, it’s a bit extreme. But I’m quite passive I suppose. Like it’s hard to get me open up. But I’m trying. I’m trying.
I prefer hanging out with guys because they are less likely to get all emotional and bitch endlessly. It’s always feels a lot lighter with the guys; they are straight to the point, less political and can be real sweet sometimes. I have heard of a lot of recounts from friends who dated girls from girls’ school and it’s a pretty ugly scene. Oh, the amount of bitching, jealousy, backstabbing, stupidity…It’s endless and silly. I grew up reading a lot of feminist texts. I find it absurd and hilarious how vile women can be when one aggravates the enmity within. I know, some day may become the similar shrew.
So period, I’d still stick with having the blokes around. Somehow, they are more open with who they are copulating and who they want to get it on with. I suppose it’s the bang and brag thing in them, but that makes things a lot more interesting does it?
On a totally non related side of things, I’m glad that I’ve completed another semester and done with my first year in Uni. Had my last paper today and I thought it was so so. I did not study a particular chapter, and that dratted topic appeared in the exam. I think I managed to somehow figure out what the hell cognitive dissonance is. Nonetheless, even if I screw this one up a little, I’d still pass and get a distinction. This semester’s units were good. I enjoyed the tutorials, especially business comm. I checked the internal marks and woohoo, I’m in the top 5% for the unit. So there, good one Wen.
I will be back real soon, like in less than 48 hours. I cannot imagine being back in Singapore. The weather will SO kill me. It is extreme. Coming from a 9 degrees Celsius climate to a 30 degrees one with fucked up humidity. OH MY GOD.
If I did not have a life, a super hot lemon pie boyfriend ;) and lovely friends back in Singapore, I’d rather go down south and body board the winter away.
xoxo
Sorry I can't help it, just saw an episode of PB. He is SO
unbelievably, sizzling hot, I want to lick his face off this screen.11:29 PM |
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