Saturday, June 24, 2006
big baby shower bash at the mandarin hotel last night. red wine and a 9 course dinner for a one month old baby, who'd never even remember last night when he grows up. i wonder how much my boss spent for ten tables of people, most of which are big clients.
i could've spent it with J on his birthday, just like i did exactly a year ago. starry skies, light beer and personal conversation.
instead, i was indulged in scallops and sharp wine, and a lot of professional talk, which left me feeling like i wasted the night away, though i did feel a sense of partial satisfaction, knowing that this was what i wanted, and i'm living it right in front of my own eyes.
of course, i wish i could do both at one time, and its not about it being the ultimate impossible, rather, its more of leaving what i enjoyed once, to getting what i want now.
a sense of emptiness, but with it comes satisfaction. i'm locked in this position until i get my idea right, and know exactly what i'm willing to sacrifice.
but i know where i'm deviating from..
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erdi. last confessed at 2:27 PM
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The 'man' brings in thousands of foreign women, their work passes approved in a blink of an eye. for what? for them to roam the streets and earn from cheap sex, contaminate the image of our once beautiful country. to them, its a medicine to cure the once high rape rate. rape cases have plunged down ever since, but enough is enough.
i used to live in what they call the 'central area', accessible to any part of the country in a mere 15 minutes. now when people ask where i live and i tell them, they moan out a little 'oh'. why? accessible to not only town, but to places where cheap sex can be bargained, most tenants here have changed from being the 'aunty who feeds cats in the middle of the night', to the 'long legged woman who brought an old man home last night'.
and its funny, my aunt married a foreign man, and he is a great cook. but he has to visit the ministry of manpower almost every other day to see if they've once again rejected his work pass. its only a matter of time before they send him back to wherever he came from. they'd rather give it to people involved in these disgusting trade.
i was walking past tanjong pagar the other day, one of the most unfortunate places for you to have to go to, and foreign women were waiting outside pubs, grabbing any man that walks past. for once, instead of hunger in these men's eyes, i saw fear and disgust. and these women aren't nice people. they dislike local women. so when they saw me, they gave me a once over and started bitching in their language. i would've kicked them back to their country of birth, if only the 'man' made that possible.
and the public buses. god, i hate my journey home. on my left i hear the china women in their high pitched voices, talking as if they've never gotten a chance to talk in their whole life. on my right, i hear the philippine women, yelling, yes.. apparently they don't talk.. they yell. and even sitting at my favourite coffeeshop is impossible nowadays. foreign male workers seem to have a lot of money with them nowadays to afford a phone with video, so its been a number of times my cousin and i had to tell them off after realising they've been taking videos of us. cheap thrill.
and when i finally get to the lift of the flat, i would see an old chinese man clad with gold jewellery and a huge studded rolex, with 6 foreign women getting out of the small lift to start the day somewhere near. sounds so ghetto doesn't it.. i've thought of many possibilities.. maybe they're all tourists, maybe they happened to be in the same lift, etc etc. but in the end, there's only one thing in my head.... the Pimp and his Whores.
so sue me. i am but relaying what is fact.
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Tuesday, June 20, 2006
The 'man' brings in thousands of foreign women, their work passes approved in a blink of an eye. for what? for them to roam the streets and earn from cheap sex, contaminate the image of our once beautiful country. to them, its a medicine to cure the once high rape rate. rape cases have plunged down ever since, but enough is enough.
i used to live in what they call the 'central area', accessible to any part of the country in a mere 15 minutes. now when people ask where i live and i tell them, they moan out a little 'oh'. why? accessible to not only town, but to places where cheap sex can be bargained, most tenants here have changed from being the 'aunty who feeds cats in the middle of the night', to the 'long legged woman who brought an old man home last night'.
and its funny, my aunt married a foreign man, and he is a great cook. but he has to visit the ministry of manpower almost every other day to see if they've once again rejected his work pass. its only a matter of time before they send him back to wherever he came from. they'd rather give it to people involved in these disgusting trade.
i was walking past tanjong pagar the other day, one of the most unfortunate places for you to have to go to, and foreign women were waiting outside pubs, grabbing any man that walks past. for once, instead of hunger in these men's eyes, i saw fear and disgust. and these women aren't nice people. they dislike local women. so when they saw me, they gave me a once over and started bitching in their language. i would've kicked them back to their country of birth, if only the 'man' made that possible.
and the public buses. god, i hate my journey home. on my left i hear the china women in their high pitched voices, talking as if they've never gotten a chance to talk in their whole life. on my right, i hear the philippine women, yelling, yes.. apparently they don't talk.. they yell. and even sitting at my favourite coffeeshop is impossible nowadays. foreign male workers seem to have a lot of money with them nowadays to afford a phone with video, so its been a number of times my cousin and i had to tell them off after realising they've been taking videos of us. cheap thrill.
and when i finally get to the lift of the flat, i would see an old chinese man clad with gold jewellery and a huge studded rolex, with 6 foreign women getting out of the small lift to start the day somewhere near. sounds so ghetto doesn't it.. i've thought of many possibilities.. maybe they're all tourists, maybe they happened to be in the same lift, etc etc. but in the end, there's only one thing in my head.... the Pimp and his Whores.
so sue me. i am but relaying what is fact.
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erdi. last confessed at 11:28 AM
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its only sunday. and i'm already feeling the monday blues. oh, and happy fathers day to all the men out there who are lucky enough to have had an epiphany to be good fathers. otherwise, happy fuckers day.
last night, was out with 'the' family. for once, no bitching, no arguments whatsoever. had a nice birthday dinner for my little cousin at Tanglin. one big happy family. eurgh. the thought of it makes me want to stick my finger down my throat and gag out all the friend chicken and tahu telor and chendol i had. but anyways, it was a good dinner. had 2 big tables of ns boys sitting right opposite, and a whole table of Suria Skrin crew, together with Najip Ali, their 'guru' right next to us. the whole restaurant sang the happy birthday song to Nadaa, so we had quite a blast.
tomorrow, i have work... w o r k.... draggy.
so, i'll update tonight after doing laundry and whatever i haven't been able to do for the past week.
happy lazing around.
oh mom, uncle mimi's gonna have another kid around november. whats up with the baby boom man!!!!
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
its only sunday. and i'm already feeling the monday blues. oh, and happy fathers day to all the men out there who are lucky enough to have had an epiphany to be good fathers. otherwise, happy fuckers day.
last night, was out with 'the' family. for once, no bitching, no arguments whatsoever. had a nice birthday dinner for my little cousin at Tanglin. one big happy family. eurgh. the thought of it makes me want to stick my finger down my throat and gag out all the friend chicken and tahu telor and chendol i had. but anyways, it was a good dinner. had 2 big tables of ns boys sitting right opposite, and a whole table of Suria Skrin crew, together with Najip Ali, their 'guru' right next to us. the whole restaurant sang the happy birthday song to Nadaa, so we had quite a blast.
tomorrow, i have work... w o r k.... draggy.
so, i'll update tonight after doing laundry and whatever i haven't been able to do for the past week.
happy lazing around.
oh mom, uncle mimi's gonna have another kid around november. whats up with the baby boom man!!!!
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erdi. last confessed at 12:26 PM
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the week flew by damn fast. work is hell. i set the timer on my phone, and realised, none of us get to sit and continue with our work for more than 15 mins. just when we're in the midst of trying to clear up our workload, give it a max of 13 mins, before someone calls out your name and piles another 10 files on your table, some of the cases even running since year 2000.
work is as such. 9-6..right...
we'll walk in feeling blue at 9.15, get to do our work till 11.00 before the lawyers arrive and have a little fun, with the radio playing our kind of songs. lawyers come in at 11.00, switches off the radio and play their opera songs (i'm serious). it'd be a terrible rush and mess between 11 to 1 when the lawyers give us more work and examines our drafts. we have lunch at 1pm, although most of the time, we only leave at 1.30 since we're running out of time. 2-3= more rush period. 3-4= even more rush period. 4-5= run to file documents and drop cheques and collect documents from court. 5-6= more workload. 6- (until we decide its really time to go)= most constructive time since we get to sit and finally concentrate on our stuff.
and thats excluding the time wasted running downstairs to acknowledge documents. grrr.
okay, now, for the good things we get working with the brothers. on fridays, we all go for lunch together... just yesterday, we went to a posh italian restaurant along clarke quay, and they opened a bottle of red wine.. yummy... next friday, we wont be going for lunch together cos we all have a dinner gathering for a 'one-month bash' for one of the lawyer's newborn baby. 10 tables, mandarin hotel, 9-course dinner...
i'm a lucky lucky girl.. oh thats not all...
ok i'll name the lawyers, leo and ed... they're brothers by the way..
leo is getting his membership for a club in sentosa.. and he said, when he gets it, all of us will have to rush our work on fridays, and if all is done, we'll leave the office early, and head to the club with the rest of his family, and have dinner, swim, karaoke, gamble(when the new casino opens), club, etc.
and better still, the brothers are fans of england...
i have good employers, though they can be damn demanding at times, then again, which lawyers aren't demanding? haha..
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Saturday, June 17, 2006
the week flew by damn fast. work is hell. i set the timer on my phone, and realised, none of us get to sit and continue with our work for more than 15 mins. just when we're in the midst of trying to clear up our workload, give it a max of 13 mins, before someone calls out your name and piles another 10 files on your table, some of the cases even running since year 2000.
work is as such. 9-6..right...
we'll walk in feeling blue at 9.15, get to do our work till 11.00 before the lawyers arrive and have a little fun, with the radio playing our kind of songs. lawyers come in at 11.00, switches off the radio and play their opera songs (i'm serious). it'd be a terrible rush and mess between 11 to 1 when the lawyers give us more work and examines our drafts. we have lunch at 1pm, although most of the time, we only leave at 1.30 since we're running out of time. 2-3= more rush period. 3-4= even more rush period. 4-5= run to file documents and drop cheques and collect documents from court. 5-6= more workload. 6- (until we decide its really time to go)= most constructive time since we get to sit and finally concentrate on our stuff.
and thats excluding the time wasted running downstairs to acknowledge documents. grrr.
okay, now, for the good things we get working with the brothers. on fridays, we all go for lunch together... just yesterday, we went to a posh italian restaurant along clarke quay, and they opened a bottle of red wine.. yummy... next friday, we wont be going for lunch together cos we all have a dinner gathering for a 'one-month bash' for one of the lawyer's newborn baby. 10 tables, mandarin hotel, 9-course dinner...
i'm a lucky lucky girl.. oh thats not all...
ok i'll name the lawyers, leo and ed... they're brothers by the way..
leo is getting his membership for a club in sentosa.. and he said, when he gets it, all of us will have to rush our work on fridays, and if all is done, we'll leave the office early, and head to the club with the rest of his family, and have dinner, swim, karaoke, gamble(when the new casino opens), club, etc.
and better still, the brothers are fans of england...
i have good employers, though they can be damn demanding at times, then again, which lawyers aren't demanding? haha..
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erdi. last confessed at 2:31 PM
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so much for sitting on my arse from 9-6.... i am physically and mentally exhausted. sooo, i'll update tomorrow.
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Friday, June 16, 2006
so much for sitting on my arse from 9-6.... i am physically and mentally exhausted. sooo, i'll update tomorrow.
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erdi. last confessed at 11:58 PM
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designer love and empty things. call me materialistic, but i think i love it. why bother falling into the thresholds of this thing they call love, and realise the forgery behind it all, and leave with nothing? i'd rather leave with something to cherish. the gucci bag that you got from the boyfriend who slept with your friend? leave him, take the bag. that pair of manolos you got from another boyfriend who shouted his ex girlfriend's name when he got a little more than tipsy? get the shoes girl, and leave him and any speck of memory of him far away.
yes, all girls would pretend. for example, 'oh..... i dont want a guy who buys me presents. i would love a beggar for who he is'.. oh please..
imagine a dinner date then the guy asks if you have enough to cover your share because he hasn't received his paycheck. what a major turnoff don't you think?
ok, maybe i'm just saying all these cos MEN made me this way.
but of course its different when people really fall in the depths of the love-hell-hole. i've been in and out of there, so now, i'll just stick to the goods of life...
maybe in another point of view, its also a good thing, if you date a person who can buy you things, be it expensive or regular things. at least they've sorted out their lives, so half of your relationship wont be wasted on you trying to make decisions for these brain-down-there beings.
so, i gotta go... sort out my life first.
anyway, if you really think i'm a fully materialistic person, then you are but an insensitive person.. yes you. not me. haaha. why? because if you haven't noticed, sarcasm is the key ingredient in this post. and sarcasm does not equals to fact. sooo, all of the above, is for you to decide. remember, this is just a post. you can't breathe the life in words. pathetic, they say dance is an art.. an expression. i can wiggle like an ant, and they say i'm graceful. there is no life in anything. its all make believe. they say what you write is who you are. I am Paris Hilton. am i?
anyway, the morale of the story is, don't believe anything a person says, especially when they're angry. you guys have 'breathed' the above words. now please do whatever to puke it out and just erase all i've said.
i am but an angry, angry person. hear me roar.
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Friday, June 09, 2006
designer love and empty things. call me materialistic, but i think i love it. why bother falling into the thresholds of this thing they call love, and realise the forgery behind it all, and leave with nothing? i'd rather leave with something to cherish. the gucci bag that you got from the boyfriend who slept with your friend? leave him, take the bag. that pair of manolos you got from another boyfriend who shouted his ex girlfriend's name when he got a little more than tipsy? get the shoes girl, and leave him and any speck of memory of him far away.
yes, all girls would pretend. for example, 'oh..... i dont want a guy who buys me presents. i would love a beggar for who he is'.. oh please..
imagine a dinner date then the guy asks if you have enough to cover your share because he hasn't received his paycheck. what a major turnoff don't you think?
ok, maybe i'm just saying all these cos MEN made me this way.
but of course its different when people really fall in the depths of the love-hell-hole. i've been in and out of there, so now, i'll just stick to the goods of life...
maybe in another point of view, its also a good thing, if you date a person who can buy you things, be it expensive or regular things. at least they've sorted out their lives, so half of your relationship wont be wasted on you trying to make decisions for these brain-down-there beings.
so, i gotta go... sort out my life first.
anyway, if you really think i'm a fully materialistic person, then you are but an insensitive person.. yes you. not me. haaha. why? because if you haven't noticed, sarcasm is the key ingredient in this post. and sarcasm does not equals to fact. sooo, all of the above, is for you to decide. remember, this is just a post. you can't breathe the life in words. pathetic, they say dance is an art.. an expression. i can wiggle like an ant, and they say i'm graceful. there is no life in anything. its all make believe. they say what you write is who you are. I am Paris Hilton. am i?
anyway, the morale of the story is, don't believe anything a person says, especially when they're angry. you guys have 'breathed' the above words. now please do whatever to puke it out and just erase all i've said.
i am but an angry, angry person. hear me roar.
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erdi. last confessed at 2:03 PM
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Ladies and Gentlemen (if they do still exist), today i bring you the... (drum rolls)... EGO TALK.
haven't we all heard enough of the E word, you may ask? my answer (obviously, DUH), is NO.. that is why i have taken up time from my busy life to bring you words that may offend, bore, excite, kill you.
Men, would you all please stand up, and pound on your chests, roar, and claim your so called superiority?
Women, shall we all just roll our eyes, and wonder why God made idiots?
So, you see, for the past few months, i have come across, a number of unfortunate events that i could only really dip my hands into this afternoon due to a slight traffic jam along the road to the office. thus, the entry.
Ego works its wonders in many differing ways. Similar to what we learnt in criminal law, i can divide it into: direct ego, indirect ego, reckless ego, etc etc.. i shall not elaborate too much on the classes, but i will give you an idea of what made me ponder throughout being stuck in the traffic.
You see, direct ego, the simplest of all and the easiest to recognize, can occur when a man refuses to date a woman who earns more than he could ever earn. he wants to be the breadwinner, so he can walk all proud and the woman would stay home, and cook and clean for him, the master. pui.
Indirect ego. its quite complicated. let me give you a scenario. a friend of mine, has a psycho girlfriend. no matter how we try to warn him of the consequences, he says 'no, i'll take care of it'.. so, we leave him be. give him a couple of days until he starts calling us up and asking for more advice. again, it all boils down to ego. he chose the girl (full stop). the girl was his choice (full stop). ego kicks in (full stop). how can friends bruise his ego by telling him that the girl was not a right choice? that would be 10 on the Ouch factor. thus, the indirect ego.
Reckless ego, basically means, doing something stupid for ego's sake. being reckless as to having an ego. haha. as you can tell i'm seriously b o r e d. anyway, lets carry on...
you see, in crime, it can either be direct intention OR indirect intention OR recklessness, etc.
however, when it comes to ego, indirect, direct, or recklessness all interlink.
i think i've mentioned it in my last post, that yy was asking me to drop my ego. LO N BEHOLD, was it just a scam to uplift Men's pride and boost their egos? see, if i DID drop my ego, then i'd be walking up to Mr ego to start a conversation. then Mr ego would be Mr ego plus, since he'd think 'ooo... i'm so hot. she came up to talk to ME.. yes, ME...'
ok, enough of the ego what nots.
i'll end this post by welcoming a new baby girl into this world. we shall strive to make men shine our boots. welcome to the family, Alyea Ellyesha Soekratis. thank god, you'll be about 5 months older than a 'coming soon' arab boy.. God help us.. yes mom, aunt yanny's baby is a boy.
ole ole.. world cup spirit!!
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Thursday, June 08, 2006
Ladies and Gentlemen (if they do still exist), today i bring you the... (drum rolls)... EGO TALK.
haven't we all heard enough of the E word, you may ask? my answer (obviously, DUH), is NO.. that is why i have taken up time from my busy life to bring you words that may offend, bore, excite, kill you.
Men, would you all please stand up, and pound on your chests, roar, and claim your so called superiority?
Women, shall we all just roll our eyes, and wonder why God made idiots?
So, you see, for the past few months, i have come across, a number of unfortunate events that i could only really dip my hands into this afternoon due to a slight traffic jam along the road to the office. thus, the entry.
Ego works its wonders in many differing ways. Similar to what we learnt in criminal law, i can divide it into: direct ego, indirect ego, reckless ego, etc etc.. i shall not elaborate too much on the classes, but i will give you an idea of what made me ponder throughout being stuck in the traffic.
You see, direct ego, the simplest of all and the easiest to recognize, can occur when a man refuses to date a woman who earns more than he could ever earn. he wants to be the breadwinner, so he can walk all proud and the woman would stay home, and cook and clean for him, the master. pui.
Indirect ego. its quite complicated. let me give you a scenario. a friend of mine, has a psycho girlfriend. no matter how we try to warn him of the consequences, he says 'no, i'll take care of it'.. so, we leave him be. give him a couple of days until he starts calling us up and asking for more advice. again, it all boils down to ego. he chose the girl (full stop). the girl was his choice (full stop). ego kicks in (full stop). how can friends bruise his ego by telling him that the girl was not a right choice? that would be 10 on the Ouch factor. thus, the indirect ego.
Reckless ego, basically means, doing something stupid for ego's sake. being reckless as to having an ego. haha. as you can tell i'm seriously b o r e d. anyway, lets carry on...
you see, in crime, it can either be direct intention OR indirect intention OR recklessness, etc.
however, when it comes to ego, indirect, direct, or recklessness all interlink.
i think i've mentioned it in my last post, that yy was asking me to drop my ego. LO N BEHOLD, was it just a scam to uplift Men's pride and boost their egos? see, if i DID drop my ego, then i'd be walking up to Mr ego to start a conversation. then Mr ego would be Mr ego plus, since he'd think 'ooo... i'm so hot. she came up to talk to ME.. yes, ME...'
ok, enough of the ego what nots.
i'll end this post by welcoming a new baby girl into this world. we shall strive to make men shine our boots. welcome to the family, Alyea Ellyesha Soekratis. thank god, you'll be about 5 months older than a 'coming soon' arab boy.. God help us.. yes mom, aunt yanny's baby is a boy.
ole ole.. world cup spirit!!
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erdi. last confessed at 5:07 PM
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readers, let us all pray and wish me luck in getting a career of sitting on my ass from 9-6, 5 days a week, dealing with clients. and i'm not trying to be vain, but Mr and Miss Kaypoh are really worried about how i dressed up for the interview. so, there.. been a long time since you guys saw me dress up, and not in the usual jeans and new urban male tee eh? haha.
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Tuesday, June 06, 2006
readers, let us all pray and wish me luck in getting a career of sitting on my ass from 9-6, 5 days a week, dealing with clients. and i'm not trying to be vain, but Mr and Miss Kaypoh are really worried about how i dressed up for the interview. so, there.. been a long time since you guys saw me dress up, and not in the usual jeans and new urban male tee eh? haha.
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erdi. last confessed at 6:41 PM
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when you can't afford a trip overseas, you just check out the tourist hot spots in your own country. hehe. those are the pics taken when i was on the day trip with my cousin.
the guys took me out on a road trip last night, since we're all already broke thanks to the crazy post exams partying. we bought tandoori chicken and beer from the nearby coffeeshop and headed to this small unknown park in changi and just watched the planes take off right above our heads.
anyway, yy and i had a conversation last night about my 'ego'. he says thats the reason why everyone else in the gang's getting attached... except for me.
its quite true really.. but i dont mind. i mean, all guys have ego.. why can't i? i guess i accumulated all the ego from girls who don't have them, thats why i'm a feminist. well, as long as i'm not a tattoo-ed butch with binded boobs and baggy pants, i guess i'm still ok. hehe.
why the ego-talk, you ask?
and the story goes, that Ms Ego, met Mr Ego (one of the billions of them). So Mr Ego likes Ms Ego but never told her, but Ms Ego knows cos Mr Ego told his friends. So, everytime Ms Ego and Mr Ego are out with the gang, Mr Ego wont even look in Ms Ego's direction, and the same goes for Ms Ego. Sooo, Mr YY told Ms Ego to drop the ego but Ms Ego stubbornly refuses. Why can't she be Ms Ego if Mr Ego can be Mr Ego?
okay, i'm seriously bored out of my mind.
till i find something better to post.
happy ego bitching.
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Monday, June 05, 2006
when you can't afford a trip overseas, you just check out the tourist hot spots in your own country. hehe. those are the pics taken when i was on the day trip with my cousin.
the guys took me out on a road trip last night, since we're all already broke thanks to the crazy post exams partying. we bought tandoori chicken and beer from the nearby coffeeshop and headed to this small unknown park in changi and just watched the planes take off right above our heads.
anyway, yy and i had a conversation last night about my 'ego'. he says thats the reason why everyone else in the gang's getting attached... except for me.
its quite true really.. but i dont mind. i mean, all guys have ego.. why can't i? i guess i accumulated all the ego from girls who don't have them, thats why i'm a feminist. well, as long as i'm not a tattoo-ed butch with binded boobs and baggy pants, i guess i'm still ok. hehe.
why the ego-talk, you ask?
and the story goes, that Ms Ego, met Mr Ego (one of the billions of them). So Mr Ego likes Ms Ego but never told her, but Ms Ego knows cos Mr Ego told his friends. So, everytime Ms Ego and Mr Ego are out with the gang, Mr Ego wont even look in Ms Ego's direction, and the same goes for Ms Ego. Sooo, Mr YY told Ms Ego to drop the ego but Ms Ego stubbornly refuses. Why can't she be Ms Ego if Mr Ego can be Mr Ego?
okay, i'm seriously bored out of my mind.
till i find something better to post.
happy ego bitching.