Category: Emo & Personal

24 in 24 hours.

WARNING: This is a really long post with loads of pictures!!!

2008 is my year, the year of the Rat. Since I’ve lived through two full cycles, I think I can officially call myself an old fart :)

Every year, all I really want to do is to have a nice quiet meal with my loved ones…maybe blow out some candles after, for bonus. Partying? Oh well only if it’s in a nice restaurant where everyone can chit chat and catch up. Downing hard liquor in a crowded club and then worrying whether your friends would make it home in one piece? No, thank you.

The last time I partied on my birthday, it was my 21st. I got so drunk I was helpless against getting thrown into KY‘s pond -_-.

Here are some pictures from that memorable party, in chronological order:

#1 First drink of the evening.
First drink.

#2 Drink number X.
Drunk.

Continue reading 24 in 24 hours.

Musings about face value.

My boyfriend is fiddling with the living room’s computer, which is connected to our television. I kept asking him what he’s doing, he won’t tell me. I whined. He feigned disinterest. Of course, I’m secretly impressed. I always am.

Virgin Radio is now slowly piping in from our living room’s speakers. I’m practically beaming now :)

My suitcase still lays unpacked. Sometimes I wish I’m more like my Mom. Mom would never allow any worn clothes to fester in a tiny case. I imagine growing a garden of bacteria in my samsonite. You know those that you normally find in the sweaty cranny of your limbs? I glanced at the clothes spilling out from the opened case, they look normal just like I’ve never worn them before, fresh from the laundry. Sigh.

Life would be so much more interesting if things are as they are. If face value is all there is. If my clothes were dirty, I would be able to see germs wriggling all over the fabric. If people have ulterior motives, they would start smelling like a soiled pair of socks or something. Unfortunately, everything in life is more than just face value. There are always more, whether it’s good or bad. Ultimately, it’s all down to whether one is willing to find out more. You know, check for credibility, maybe do some experiments, ask around a bit, the works. But nah, man being man has this thing called ego constantly fogging their brains a bit.

Al Pacino played Satan in Devil’s Advocate and claimed that his favourite sin was Vanity. Sigh, wake up my friends. The irony of this situation? The cock teaser is really all there is: face value.