in honour of stupid cupid, this entry shall be in pink. last year was my standard valentine's - i was single (yup, never celebrated it with a man till 2005) and i sat at home while it rained cats and monkeys outside and people jammed up the roads thanks to mid valley's travel fair. thought i could go out with the girls, but that ruined our plans, so we all sat lifelessly at home while people waxed lyrical about their super-convoluted Valentine's plans for the rest of the day over hitz.fm. Valentine's has never been of much consequence for me - oh YA though hahaha, last year i got a bouquet of 2dozen roses from a secret admirer and had to carry it all the way up to class. the stairs are in full view of every Taylorian and i looked the colour of the roses...it was as if i had been proposed to. back then i was still in pl2, and i was relatively new, so i was the fycking centre of attention. blecch, haha.
someone told me i should stop swearing cos it doesn't look nice coming from me...but all i did when i spoke to sen was speak his language which consisted primarily of fyck, bystard, a couple of reeaally bad chinese swear words and i think you can tell what they are, and exclamations like Dei!, Wei!, etc. we had the odd smattering of samadian lingo - massive, havoc [overdose, overdose], tiptop, etc. Et cetera is a grossly underrated phrase. what would we do without it? we'd actually have to THINK! and we wouldn't be able to pull of pseudo-intelllectualism! God BLESS et cetera.
Fact: Cupid is the son of Venus. the mum's a bit screwed up, sleeps around a lot, with all due respect and everything but she was caught with every last god (AND a mortal. Adonis) in Mount Cytheron by her husband Vulcanus. there is NO mention of her sleeping with Vulcanus, and Cupid's father has yet to be certified. so Cupid flies around shooting people at random and not telling them that heartbreak is a risk with early symptoms that are commonly ignored or desperately explained AWAY. Yeesh. haven't seen sen in exactly one month. and trust me, that is a really good thing. but in actual fact, i can't care less anymore after finding out what i have. upon close scrutiny of this blog, i have decided there is enough salacious content to satisfy any hungry Spanish soap-opera producer thus i shall not expound further, but let's just say that infidelity came into play...or rather a failed attempt at infidelity, because he was apparently refused, but i will probably not know that till later. i don't care. i know he feels it that i've finally found someone who completes me in three necessary ways - mind, body and soul. MELDEE!!!UPDATE!ill call her soon la we Need to Meet. :)
i bought ganesha the new Man U jersey and now i don't have enough money to buy sen's bro, vish, a birthday present. he likes orange, so i'm figuring if i want classy orange i'll go to topman and utilise my nice pink discount card. still broke beyond belief. eileen tricked me into telling her what i liked from the range of gifts they covered in the Star for valentine's, in front of ganesha - am NUTS about that swatch bracelet with the heart-shaped locket. strange, cos im not one for accessories, but the design is so minimalist and appealing and sexy. and avant-garde. don't know what the fyck that means. decided to insert a substitute, so i won't technically be swearing but i'll be projecting a swearing-ish thing. *RUBBISH* blogging is therapeutic in a weird way. it's like breathing, i know i will do it and i have to cos it sustains me, but i can't define how or why. no, i did bio, i know why we breathe. *RUBBISH AGAIN*
the cafe is open. Joy. but it tries to hard to be funkycoolStarbucks, with mirrors in odd places in the wood panelling and tables that are geometrical with chairs that dig into your arse. everything is bright and crisp and checked, and they play bloody lame elevator music. i have to change that. don't know how, but i have to. they were playing a piano versions of rod stewart. if i'm not careful, my bra will pop out of my TRF top. 1.45 p.m. is 8 minutes away. i actually wore red to college on a day where everyone seemed to be ESPed into collectively going Goth and coming in BLACK, which is MY COLOUR! *barks* irony of ironies. i love all my friends to little, iddly-piddly bits, if i don't express that, so here's a BIG HAPPY VALENTINE'S to EVERYONE. ho ho ho, merry kissmas. hee hee. -dhivia-
Posted at 12:40 pm by afrokarma
