say hurrah (!) for virgin post

am bored out of my fuckswits as you can see, and am therefore blogging to kill time (blog may close in less than a week due to sudden inactivity though). my virgin public post, and there's nothing i'd like more than to vent, vent all i want and than wipe them silly smirks off some people's faces cos i'd be bitching (naturally) about them, and thus they don't have anything worth feeling happy about anymore. but then again, i have no balls (both in the literal and unliteral sense) and in little singapore, i can't afford to antagonise anyone cos the next thing i know, i'll prolly bump into them the next day in town (my second home) and risk social suicide. so, i'd prolly just bitch about my life, which is pretty much monotonous. to summarise, its one big yawn. everyone else's life is like a tangent you know? gradually increasing (in the happening sense), unlike mine, which is more like a (shit i forgot what the fuck a decreasing curve is called), so urm, less happening life.

so some updates on such people's lifes would be firstly, my friend the alien is getting paid by nike just because she blogs. great. and i have to be working my butt off just to earn like a pathetic amnt of money which only goes to my cab fare and choc incentives which only make me fatter than i already am. great isn't it? and then there's the newfound discovery of nerds going clubbing (thanks to my best social network, friendster), so there well, even nerds have a nightlife, whilst i, yours truly is still confined to a before 12 curfew by my parents who see me as 9 and not 19. still wish you had a vagina? i don't. ok, i realise i'm getting really crude, but blame it on my inactive brain cells at 4 am and i can't think of any other adjectives. besides, fuck is bascially universal language, seems to fit everyone/everything doesn't it? fuck fuckety fuck fuck. hurrah! (btw, i gave up being nice. that phase lasted for a -hold your breath- 2 week period and now i'm officially back on track to the road of swearing nirvana). mean people (including myself of cos) are everywhere, they break me down, so is it still worth being nice, seriously? (you don't have to answer - refer to blog title). oh urm and, xiuli's in spain, i've only been to spain once, and that's when my finger touched the word spain on the globe. well there, and she's been for 2 holidays the past 6 months and i've been to zero. nada. filch. ditto. i seem to have forgotten another world exists outside singapore, no wait, make that town.

enough of verbal diarrhoea, time to get down to bitching. this is my blog and if i'm not getting paid or sponsored to write, the least i can expect to get is a cathartic effect from all my time and effort wasted. 3 words. I HATE FUCKING POLITICS. i realise it's actually 4 words now but i just had to add fucking. came across my colleague's blog and she talked about how she and another colleagues were bitching about someone else which got me thinking, could it be me? don't you just hate that feeling? as in turns out, i quote her, full-timers bitch about that particular person and considering i'm not close to the full-timers, let's hope -crosses fingers, prays to god- it isn't me. why must politics be everywhere? it's like omnipresent and it's not even god. at school, at work, sick cycle carousel.

note to self: one needs to give less thought to what others think of me, cos what matters most is what one thinks of others.
hah! bet you were expecting me to say what matters most is what my friends/loved ones/myself thinks of myself.

and if i say you're a cow, you're a cow. : )