Wanted: Makeover

Inexcusable, I know. I promised a proper entry in July and I’ve still not gotten around to it. I promise, if it’s not up by this weekend, I WILL pluck each and every leg hair of mine with tweezers. Gross much?

A lot and nothing have happened at the same time. By a lot, I mean the usual things like sunrise, sunset and the chores in between. And nothing…well, it speaks for itself.

I’m pretty sure I’ve ranted to a few people on separate occasions about my mini quarter-life crisis. I fear it’s not one of those things that sound silly once it has been said out loud. I don’t even know exactly when it came about, it’s not like I woke up one morning/afternoon and decided that my life has nothing much in it.

I’ve been feeling like I could have done a lot more with all my years that have passed. I doubt I’m alone when it comes to this gnawing. Even though misery loves company, this battle must be fought alone. The problem is, I don’t know HOW.

Everything bores me, save my education. That’s most likely because the thought of being a crap doctor scares the hell out of me like Lucifer wouldn’t believe. Everything feels recycled. Everyone seems to be just going through the motions. I need something to remind me that I’m alive, young and capable of anything. I need excitement, adventure and fun.

Or maybe I just need to get the fuck out of here.

Sometimes

I just wonder

  1. Will I ever be as important to you as you are to me?
  2. Is it possible to live with yourself when you’re with one, but want to be with another?
  3. Why are there some mistakes that we do not allow ourselves to forget, even when thinking about them is so destructive?
  4. It’s one thing to unintentionally hurt someone, but how do you bring yourself to knowingly rip a person up?
  5. Why do I let myself obsess over every act of your hand and your tongue?

Point Yet To Be Determined

Honest to God, I really want to write a proper post. I really want to blog. Unfortunately, I feel like a has-been pop-star trying to churn out anything possible just to get noticed. I have ideas for posts, but all my material is in Moscow, or the timing isn’t right for whatever I want to write. With that said, all I’m left with are randoms.

  1. My doctor has a brilliant way of saying I put on weight. Brace yourself for this one. “It’s gotten harder to find your vein, eh?”
  2. My facial wasn’t as embarrassing as it was last year. At least, this year my face was “quite okay”. Last year, the beautician was stuttering when she wanted to tell me that my face was ” actually..uh..well..um..quite..aah…not so good lah”. I’m sure what she meant to say was, ” You ogress, I’d rather exfoliate the rear end of a Sumatran rhinoceros than touch your skin.”
  3. My hair. It’s official: I need hair loss shampoo and hair friggin’ tonic. I have the hairstyling regime of a middle-aged man. Seriously, if you’re observant enough, you’ll realize that my bangs are actually a comb-over. This is called karma kicking me in the follicles for laughing at my Pure Math teacher in college and teasing Abilash.
  4. Isn’t it kinda funny how people rate one’s worth and level of integrity with the activity of their genitals? I mean, think about it. Just because some chick likes to be physical, she’s automatically not respectable? What if she helps out  charitable associations without bragging about it, or works hard to earn an honest living to support her family? That doesn’t count for anything? All that matters is that she likes to put out?
  5. How do we decide who is worth impressing and to what extent do we go to impress them? How much has to go wrong before we cut our losses and move on? Should we even bother with impressing people? How do we tell whether we are being ourselves or subconsciously trying to impress others?

Feel free to answer anything that ends with a question mark. I like answers.

Gems From The Baggy Jeans

My friend Cheryl said I should blog more often. My brain normally dispenses one-liners at its own discretion, and not many can be used to build a whole blog post. Which is why I rarely blog.

After much thought (i.e. a breakfast of store-bought Viennese waffles and Kinder Bueno), I’ve decided that maybe it’s not a bad idea to put up the kernels my mind spits out. Bear in mind, this so-called not a bad idea came about somewhere between sugar consumption and insulin release from my pancreas.

1. Have you ever been in a situation where you know you’re part of a raw deal, and as time goes by, it doesn’t get any better? How long before you just stop, turn, flip the bird and say, ” I don’t need this” ?

2. Why do people see the need to talk about others? Quite frankly, if the story doesn’t have your name in it at ANY point, by default it’s none of your damned business.

3. Sometimes we know a person well, we know how they tick. We know how they will react to various situations. And yet, we say and do things that don’t reflect this knowledge at all. Why?

4. Would it kill to pick a decision and stick to it? Wait, don’t answer that one.

5. Is it more amusing or annoying when someone is blatantly lying to your face, and they think you’re lapping this all up like a cat with a bowl of cold cream?

Surprisingly enough, this is not a bitchfit. This just may be a sign that I need a new diary. 🙂