Monday, February 28

promises of pleasure mesmerised,
but how far can we get?
at least here in the eye of the storm
i won't get my (new) hairdo wet
some of you have already foreseen yourself undone
some of you seem to believe you've only just begun
try a little perjury,
get rich quick
my eyes are bigger than my belly is,
and it makes me sick
attitude, with so much to prove,
should've been a beautiful thing
some of you will already know,
and i'm still wondering
should've been a beautiful thing
could've been a beautiful thing
i could've been, should've been, could've been a beautiful thing
should've been, would've been a beautiful thing.


how we love to disguise.


should've been, could've been-moloko.

Friday, February 4

for it was a mere fixation with fiction
a showcase of my nowherenear perfect prose
e illusory identity illustrated was readily accepted.
names were never mentioned to begin with
roles narrated were so broadspectrumed, almost anyone can relate to them
but i guess it just struck one really hard.
and e ludicrous rejoinder stirred probably stems frm e guilt,
thus e intense defense mechanism.
yawn.
e sham is such a shame.


review of e bachelor last night:
i personally feel that e way trish behaves e way that she does, is moulded by e circumstances she's been facing with all her life. she commented that she cld never get along well with other females and cant stand their cattiness and only enjoys e company of men. especially physical intimacy frm men. regardless of marital status. perhaps by being so sexually giving and mastering e perfection in skills and giving men e absolute pleasure that e dirtiest porn cant even fulfil, that's probably e only time her presence is enjoyed and appreciated. i detect her desperation for acceptance. and since she claims she's good with what she can give, i suppose thats e only lasting power she possesses.
that, truly is sad.


i'm really fortunate to have a few good ones who're so close to my soul. being with me thru e roughest tides. resuscitating me when i've drowned. rescuing me when i'd rather suffocate. sticking by me through my periods of ugliness in moods. making me a better person thru their tenderlovings. frankly, i do feel at times that i do not deserve any at all. that maybe, i'm better off alone. i have remorse in not being able to show appreciations for my blessings. for i'm an epitome of all-talk no-action. just like a typical bastard. but i'm working on improving to be a better person, reciprocrating e affections that i've been receiving.
i dont want to end up as an ingrate with diminishing caregivers.
just like how one's been ditched.


advice: if ever you wish to bitch abt anyone at all, pls take great precautions in making sure that e word doesnt get ard to e subjectmatter eventually. be a vigilant rumormonger. such is e essence of being a successful businessperson. it's all abt e right amts of applications.

Thursday, February 3

met my alltime favorite womaniser38 last nite for an unsuccessful shopping spree.oh e fact that e former objectofdesire was ard was secondary. leading me to conclude nah-uh, i wld prefer e beefy cutie with e goatie who was so delicate with his hands that he can actually sew and use e sewing machine.oh my.*swoon.i cld have melted there and then.to see men who’re so serious and engrossed in doing something they’re so passionate abt is an incredible turnon.
which leads to our orchardmrt to dhobyghautmrt superslowstroll and deepdeepdeepconversation.


Faux.


how i've witnessed some ard me, who in attempts to impress, forge and feign their traits and personas.
person1 may sound familiar to my closestloves. one who’s intimidated by my presence and as a result, gets tonguetied and stammers in e midst of conversations with me. which is occasionally amusing and perhaps adorable at e mere witness of e fusion of his bashfulness/nerves overrun. with a tendency to focus more on his flaws than giving myself a chance to understand him as a person, one fine day, i disposed my reticence and viewed him as a plainwhitesheet. devoid of impressions inked on previous occasions. so things looked slightly cheerier. But many a times, i had e strongest urge to tell him to be himself. because i’m hardly even impressed at his recordbreaking swims/runs/fulfilling gym workouts/proteinshake or other antioxidant intakes. he’s like talking to e unsportiest person ever who loves her meat and fattyfood more than anything else.e more he mentions his apparent achievements, i dash towards e other direction. faster than his recordbreaking personal best timing clocked. e final straw came abt and blew away any chances he cld ever have. by writing an absolute shit of a testimonial for one of my closestlove, telling her “to wipe e fucking grin off (her) face and to shut up"?! testimonials are meant to be ego-enlarging PR proclamations and that particular one written for her was hardly even funny. in fact it was downright offensive and disrespectful. ruderuderude. so he basically placed e fullstop to everything.


person2 is more talkedabt. she cooks up and conceives her own contradictions to abide by to portray herself as ooh..intriguing? please. hardly even. she goes ard announcing how she can be such a bitch but still e sweetest bitch ever. yeah sweet enough to bring her home to show mommy.everything abt her is a fiction more 'enchanting' than enid blyton or e girl frm mallory towers. if she cld pause for maybe one second in e midst of her marvelous storytelling, and realise that there’re onlookers scrutinizing her every move just dying to expose her con act.if she cld tell others that a former-good-friend-of-hers always sit on other men’s lap whenever e friend goes clubbing, halt. e friend never cheated/strayed/tasted other men during e course of e friend's rship.yes e friend only had 1 rship.and whilst she always appear victimized,what she left out was e fact that she brought upon everything to herself with her misdeeds.of cos she leaves these details out.there's a targeted audience that she's trying really hard to impress.an audience that's totally out of her league. which explains why she's e somebody that she's not and wont always be.


so while there're only two that are mentioned, i can outrightly say that i'm not all that genuine either.but at least i'm honest abt it and yes i make it known.e hardly-ever-pleasant entries of mine simply spell out june as a bitterbitch, sourslut, fuckedupfloozy, hatefulharlot, anything one can cast me as. i'll play out whatever e role you want to perceive me to be. even till today, after being with him for more than 3yrs, he's still peeling off e layers of camouflage that i've enshrouded myself with.i don't lie.e truth is just not known.


and maybe e reason why e truth wont ever be known is because e truth is ugly.
once seen, i'll be shunned.
it has already been tested and proven.