Ugghs, even starting this damn entry is hard!
I’ve been smacked with a nice huge grey block of writer’s block that’s killed my synapses. Like the irony of life, I’m wondering why now as I have an Armani ad, Davis Cup article, press releases and proposals galore due tomorrow!!
What the fuck am I to do???
*wails*
…
hhmph!
*annoyed*
Just 2 more days to Nelly’s concert!
I’m sooooo stoked!! Woohoo!!!
I’m currently carb-cutting at the moment. I’m telling my mates it’s cause I’m sitting for my dance certification this coming Monday and cause I’m going to Sydney on the following day and hence I wanna look phaat! but really, it’s all cause of this boy ‘ere.
Cause when Nelly starts singing his Hot In Herre track, you can be damn well sure I’m gonna take my clothes off!
It’s silly but I’m feeling clucky of late.
However I’m not after a baby rather I want a pup or 2.
Yes that’s right, I’m itching to have a dog which makes no sense whatsoever as I live in an apartment and am not allowed to have pets. My hectic schedule too wouldn’t make it ideal for me to have one as I’m never at home.
But still.. I’ve been whinging to Ron about getting one.
We’ve checked a couple of places and at the moment, I’m so in love with this little guy:
I think he’s soooo adorable and looks like a little bear!! He’s a cute wee Alaskan Malamute about 4 weeks old. I’d take him in a heartbeat but I think it’ll be unfair on the poor bub.
Besides, when I get a dog I’m going to get a couple. I’ve given myself 2 years to find my own place and get settled and when I do, I want like 4 dogs.
I’ve also heard it’s better to get them all at once (when they’re pups) so that they’ll grow up to be the hardcore band of brothers.
In a perfect world, I’d happily settle for:
> a British bulldog
> a bull terrier
> a Dogue de Bordeux
> and a husky
all at once of course.
In the meantime, I can only reminisce.
*wistfully*
So i’ve concluded that boys are like hobby kits. Y’know the ones that you get when you’re small after your parents have gathered what a handful you really are?
Mine used to be little lego sets. Make a dinky car and see if thy Lego man (who seemed perpetually bald and jaundice-like) will fit. That progressed to like Lego sets with like motors in them so they’d move, science kits with home experiments to finally collecting aging and diseased stamps. No matter how tedious it was, in the end I did learn something which I can proudly say I still remember a wee bit today.
My dating experience rings to a slightly similar tune. My love for rap and Pac was stemmed out of me liking this guy when i was 15. Likewise with basketball, planes, rugby and with my boo-boo now; drums, music-mixing and computers. It went to the extent that I used to joke with my girlfriends that if ya ever was feeling bored, get a hobby and date a guy. You’d learn something.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some great boys. Ron for one, who surprised me by picking me up from the gym late one night. I told him I was going back to his place after training at 9 and that I’ll find a ride there. But whaddaya know, my sweetie was out waiting by the entrance. Or like Grant who’s so utterly endearing with his "I need to lose weight cause there’s a smidgen of fat on me" whine. I very well couldn’t see it for I was blinded by his abs.
And then like hobbykits, sometimes you’ll get a kit and you can’t very well work out the experiment cause there’s seems to be a part missing/faulty.
Yup. Well I’ve sorta been gifted with an unwanted kit and it’s getting crazier by the minute. See one fine clubbing night, I got to know this boy. Lets call him X. My affiliations with him was through Amy cause she was digging on X’s boy. Right, we’re going with the wingman gameplay over here so I chatted with X so that Amy could get her groove on with his boy. X seemed nice and cute to boot. I mean he was also cool with the fact that I have a boyfriend. He was such a mate too; keeping me company eventhough I told him it was unneccessary and fending off interested stragglers who’d lost their way to the bar and whaddayaknow, found me instead. So 7 clubbing hours later, I gave him my number.
-Now hold on-
It ain’t like what you think. I gave him my number in good faith, as the way new friends do. The boy was cool.
Or so I thought.
Well I thought wrong for the mofo’s crazy and displaying stalkerish qualities.
I’ve known him for like over a month now and he keeps asking me to go out with him, like as in a date. And then I made the mistake of telling him that I was going out clubbing with my girlfriends and for the whole night I was beseiged with "Where are you? Which club are you at? I’m gonna come and meet you" type txts.
So I stopped replying him. That was over 2 weeks ago. He kept texting me asking what I was up to and what my weekend was like and I just ignored them. Then when you’d think he’d get the msg and that hello, I don’t wanna have anything to do with you, he called my cellphone and had his number blocked so I couldn’t see that it was him calling. Thinking it could’ve been an overseas call (my dad cause he usually calls my cell when I’m at work), I answered and he got disgruntled at me when I told him that I was in a meeting and couldn’t very well talk.
Last night was the worst, I got like 5 txts. All of them angry and asking me what was the deal and didn’t I enjoy myself when I was with him?
So I set the record straight: told him to stop calling/txting me.
Said I remember telling him twice that I had a man and I’d appreciate it if he respected my wishes and not contact me no more.
We’ll see what he says. He hasn’t replied yet but then again it was like 8.45 in the morning when I told him.
I’ll keep ya posted. In the meantime, do you know what sucks though?
Unlike hobbykits, I can’t return this one to the manufacturer and get it replaced.
However I’ve now learnt that perhaps it’s not such a good idea to give my number out to ppl I meet one fine clubbing night even if they seem nice and friendly.
*sighs*
I was sitting glued to the TV feeling numb.
"Doesn’t Ramona work for the London Underground?"
There are a couple of things that race through your mind when you have to accept the possibility that your sibling could be lying dead somewhere. For starters, I wouldn’t be able to blame my neurotic behaviour on the fact that I am the middle-child. Or that I might never see my sister again.
Thankfully, Ram’s safe and well in good ol’ London. According to my parents, she decided to take an earlier train to work. Since then, she’s dropped me an email to assure me she’s fine tho just a tad shaken up.
I never understood it- what encourages one to step out of the sane threshold and hurt a lot of people? If you were to tell me that it was for the sake for political advancement, I’d be more than happy to tell you to go to hell. Who are you to pass judgement and deem that people should die for your cause? There’s only one person befitting enough to do that and it’s no surprise if He was disappointed in the lot of us right now.
Life’s short as it is. We don’t need terrorists/freedom-fighters/nutjobs to poignantly remind us about the fragility of life.
To those who perished, god bless.
And for my own selfish reasons, I’m glad that you’re still alive, sis.
So I’ve just posted a cute and huge poster of All Black hottie Daniel Carter on the wall next to my desk in the office. I wonder how Toto will take it. Toto’s one the reps and being your typical guy that loves rugby for rugby and not rugby for its superfine superhot players (hey I do understand the rules of the game- does that count?), would probably tease the crap outta me for putting up such a poster. Still the boy is fine. This is not the actual poster itself but check out the #10 AB’s physique:
Doesn’t he rock?
I thought so too… ;p
Nyways I caught an episode of Laguna Beach last night. Now while I’m not really into reality tv or tv for that matter, one of the shows that I can’t miss watching (apart from CSI and The O.C) is Laguna Beach.
It’s really sad but I think I sorta watch it cause I miss hanging out with my mates I befriended in high school. And watching Laguna is sorta like a trip down memory lane. Watching all of them muck around with each other sorta reminds me of the time when I’d camp out @ Mel’s place after school and be stuffing my face at lunch or crashing Debs a.k.a Cher’s place and learning how to make fairy cakes (an arduous task believe me). I think one of the most memorable highlights would’ve been Pri storming over while I was making pasta and flinging a ring that was gifted to her by one of her then boyfriends and saying it wasn’t the real deal- to which my then 10 year brother quizzically remarked "like hello, take the ring but dump him. It’s not as if you’re marrying him".
It’s just that time flies. Where is everyone now? I remember when we were in 1st form in high school, how we couldn’t wait to be seniors and then when uni came we all said that we’d keep in touch. Darling Debbie’s in HK and Pri’s working away in Txs and joy and ‘leen and the rest of them are doing one thing or another at home.
Now we’re just scattered all over…
What’s worse than bitchy chicks?
Bitchy chicks who are such haters!
Urgghs! Doing my dance thing has suddenly brought out the heinous bitch in a couple of mates of mine. It’s really sad cause what I do shouldn’t affect them and yet it has and for some reason they’re being subtlely petty with me.
Good example, X.
She did the module as well and she’s teaching like me. I used to talk to her quite a bit but I’ve suddenly gotten wind that she’s be regurgitating stuff I’ve confided in to quite a few ppl. So not cool. She puts on this really friendly front but behind your back, watch out for that big ol knife blade!
I don’t really care to be honest. She can say whatever she wants. I know she’s just hating and being o-so petty. Culmination came this weekend. She’d seem keen to go clubbing with me and like at midnight I rang her up to tell her that I’d be ready in like 20 minutes or so. X said that she was just about to go to another bar and that she’d txt me to tell where she was at.
Wait for it-
She never did.
Nor did she answer her damn phone.
Can you bear? I mean, I didn’t tell her I was going out with my other mates and in the course of me being out til 5 in the morn, she never contacted me. So if I had relied on going out with her alone, you can be sure I would’ve been sitting pretty all by myself waiting for her.
Thank goodness for having a life!
And for having a mouth cause you can be damn well sure I’m going to ask her what her problem is. So yeah, if you have a chick hating on you, it’s not really a great thing. I mean guys tend to solve their indifferences either by physical violence or the generic well-used snide "your-opinions-don’t-matter-cause-you-have-a-small-penis" comment but with girls, like their orgasms, petty hate comes in all sorts of forms. The usual line of attack is zeroing in on your insecurities ("it’s not as if she can fit in a size 4 skirt", "have you seen her ass?", "they don’t love her as much cause she’s adopted", I could go on…) and hitting it out of the ballpark.
So yeah, I’ve also heard that she’s been telling ppl that the only reason why she hasn’t started teachin at Nu (where I’m at) is cause I’m there and she’s waiting for me to go.
*rolls her eyes*
It such a load of crap. But do you know what? I should feel honoured that she’s hating on me. After all, that’s just a sign that she feels threatened by yours truly.
As for her not contacting me on Saturday, it was one of the best clubbing nights ever!
Jax and I went to this new bar called Opium and rubbed shoulders with a couple of local celebrities. I even got this cutie who was a dead-ringer for Pharell chatting me up. We then hit the Lounge Bar on High St before finishing it off @ Roots and coming home at 5 in the morn.
At half past 10, I trained with David and was trying my best to look all calm and cool like a real kickboxer cause one of the pro kickboxers was training nearby. And then I managed to score a free tub of protein powder from D.
All and all it was a great weekend so yeah, I’m not really crying over not getting to club with X..
After all, it’s not as if she’s a ball of fun to be with <— hater! =p
But seriously, she’s not.
