Please answer these questions for me:
1. Why do guys go ga-ga over girly girls, who jumps and squeals at every little thing, who laughs at every single dumb joke they make, who will never talk back at them, who agrees with everything they say and won't express any honest opinion whatsoever? Are those traits actually cute?
2. Is loving books really a trait to be looked down upon? Is spending money on books a waste of time? Is reading a waste of time? Is it really that unattractive/uncool?
3. Why do guys leave their common sense at the corner of a room to collect dust when he has 'finally found someone he wants to be with for a rest of his entire life'? Never mind the fact that he doesn't even have a job, hence doesn't have any money to buy a house and support his said lady friend?
4. Why do guys always seem to forget the promises and responsibilities they have made?
It's so nice to finally see you again. Time does fly faster than we thought, doesn't it? It doesn't even feel like a year.
I just wanted to say that I've missed you all those months we've been apart, because you're such a joy to be with, you have something about you, I don't know...
But I do know that around you, people have always seemed to be a lot happier, they seem to be more tolerable of each other. And why not? You have always reminded us of a whole lot of reasons to celebrate life. To let go and start anew.
I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one smiling when you're there. I'm sure that they've been waiting for you just as eagerly as I had. There are so many things I want to tell you before you leave again. But for now, I just want to thank you.
Thank you for being there and saving the best for last. Thank you for the joy, the cheer, the holidays. Thank you for bringing people together.
And, December, it's not just because that I was lucky enough to be born in your month, but thank you for being my favourite.
I love you.
I just wanted to say that I've missed you all those months we've been apart, because you're such a joy to be with, you have something about you, I don't know...
But I do know that around you, people have always seemed to be a lot happier, they seem to be more tolerable of each other. And why not? You have always reminded us of a whole lot of reasons to celebrate life. To let go and start anew.
I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one smiling when you're there. I'm sure that they've been waiting for you just as eagerly as I had. There are so many things I want to tell you before you leave again. But for now, I just want to thank you.
Thank you for being there and saving the best for last. Thank you for the joy, the cheer, the holidays. Thank you for bringing people together.
And, December, it's not just because that I was lucky enough to be born in your month, but thank you for being my favourite.
I love you.
This doesn't happen often.
When it did the last time, I kept my eyes wide open for the moment it ended. I was so worried that I didn't enjoy it when it was happening.
But I'm not going to do it again. At least, I'll try not to.
It happened when I was eating my second bowl of pasta for lunch and watching Iron Chef on TV.
I was thinking: I kind of like my life right now.
When it did the last time, I kept my eyes wide open for the moment it ended. I was so worried that I didn't enjoy it when it was happening.
But I'm not going to do it again. At least, I'll try not to.
It happened when I was eating my second bowl of pasta for lunch and watching Iron Chef on TV.
I was thinking: I kind of like my life right now.
I was talking to Idaman yesterday about how the writings posted nowadays are either too abstract or depressing.
Maybe their lives really are that depressing. But come on, there are people who are a lot worse off than you. Assuming you've got computers to post your miserable writings on the Internet, surely you're educated enough to go out and do something about your condition.
Unless some creepy axe murderer has locked you up while you await your death (which is a valid reason to be depressed), go out. Find a field of grass and jump. Sing. Dance. Something. And stop those I-hate-my-life-and-nobody-understands-me writings. The world is depressing enough. And we don't need you to add to it.
To you abstract writers, I'm sorry, but I just don't think people get you. For goodness sake, get to the point. I have no problems with you, it's just that if you consider yourself a writer at all, you should know that short, simple sentences go a long way. And please don't think that by using big words show that you have better vocabulary. It might help you in some world-class spelling bee competition, but do you really want your readers to scramble for the dictionary as if you're talking in another language?
Yes, I know. Freedom of speech and all that. But I have freedom of speech, too. So there.
Maybe their lives really are that depressing. But come on, there are people who are a lot worse off than you. Assuming you've got computers to post your miserable writings on the Internet, surely you're educated enough to go out and do something about your condition.
Unless some creepy axe murderer has locked you up while you await your death (which is a valid reason to be depressed), go out. Find a field of grass and jump. Sing. Dance. Something. And stop those I-hate-my-life-and-nobody-understands-me writings. The world is depressing enough. And we don't need you to add to it.
To you abstract writers, I'm sorry, but I just don't think people get you. For goodness sake, get to the point. I have no problems with you, it's just that if you consider yourself a writer at all, you should know that short, simple sentences go a long way. And please don't think that by using big words show that you have better vocabulary. It might help you in some world-class spelling bee competition, but do you really want your readers to scramble for the dictionary as if you're talking in another language?
Yes, I know. Freedom of speech and all that. But I have freedom of speech, too. So there.
I'm getting sick of computers. I'm getting sick of TV as well. I'm starting to imagine my eyeballs turning into cubes the moment I saw them.
So. Been mourning Michael Jackson's death in the car on the way to the office, celebrating Adam's birthday and searching for nonexistent music scores.
By they way, I've also been buying books when there are still tons at home yet to read. Cures?
Speaking of which, thank you to Idaman for introducing me to this. (Not a cure. But what to do? =|)
So. Been mourning Michael Jackson's death in the car on the way to the office, celebrating Adam's birthday and searching for nonexistent music scores.
By they way, I've also been buying books when there are still tons at home yet to read. Cures?
Speaking of which, thank you to Idaman for introducing me to this. (Not a cure. But what to do? =|)
It's rare. But this is one of times when I actually know all of the songs on the final episode of American Idol.
I never cared for Kris or Adam. But I am so glad I watched the show anyway. The reason is obvious.
Brian May, I'll love you forever. Now THAT is saving the best for last.
PS: I'm sorry, Adam. But you are no Freddie Mercury.
I never cared for Kris or Adam. But I am so glad I watched the show anyway. The reason is obvious.
Brian May, I'll love you forever. Now THAT is saving the best for last.
PS: I'm sorry, Adam. But you are no Freddie Mercury.
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