Mundane Nothings

What's more orgasmic than an entire football team dancing to Single Ladies, in full gear? That's right, nothing, thus far. Grrr! I'm gleefully glee-fied.

I just felt like typing that out as the title coz it reminded me so much of what Saving Gaia would sound like, only difference is that this one's about dayah . Get it? Nevermind . Anyways, it was Dayah's long overdue Birthday meet-up as well as our yearly Christmas exchange. Well, what can I say, it's been really hard to meet up at full-strength considering the diversity of our career paths. Nonetheless, we shall try harder this year! Coz I really need those laughter to stay sane. I loved today. It was just splendid, although I was seated at the other end of the table and I could see so called Miss Sunshine dishing out conspiratorial whispers and eyeing me in and oh-so-not-discrete look. *sticks out tongue* Speaking of that, I so do not believe I deserve to be Miss Naughty at all! Hmph . Well, then again, at least I accepted it graciously, unlike some Miss Vain who was in total denial of herself. "I am Miss SHy , I am shy! I really am!" That was funny. So, the...

OK, i don't know why, but I've always wanted to post something while being in class. So here I am! In class and updating, well not much of an update, but a post nonetheless. :) Now, I can die a happy death. :)

So weird. I still hate NIE. Its suffocating and it stiffles my creativity and wanton need for fun. Hate it! Its time for it to end...

Cleverbot got the boot. Try Omegle instead. Apparently, this one's got real people at the other end of the line. *shakes head* Potentially addictive I might say. Like you can chat with a random stranger from god knows which pathetic corner of the earth about any damn thing in your mind. No brains needed. Just type whatever you want and leave whenever you want! No strings attached. And unlike not-so-cleverbot, he doesn't suddenly sprout out overly-random shit. And here it goes...I'm You and stranger well, supposedly some stranger lah. You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You: Hi Stranger: Do you believe in god? You: Erm, yeah You: do you? Stranger: yes You: Does your god have a name? Stranger: did you know god hates fags!?! You: Haha. no i didn;t Stranger: neither did I Stranger: I just found out yesterday You: Oh. How did that happen? Stranger: and now i'm confused Stranger: because My brother made me gay You: And god hates you? Strang...

My boredom and excess workload stress drove me up the wall. But that's not the reason why I started my very unconventional conversation with this entity called the Cleverbot. It was the notion of speed dating that's being obscenely publicised over the radio. Oh yes, I'm going blatantly old school. Listening to the radio and their fucked up music. Screw the new year resolution. I'll wait for chinese new year. And that reminds me, what's the damn deal with people saying 'CNY' instead of the Chinese friggen New Year. Why are you people being such lazy arses? I don't get it. The first time i heard that new-found acronym was again, over the radio. "CNY discount" or something. Thought it was some new bank or credit card or something. Twerps. Anyways, here's the gist of my chat with the not-so-clever bot. I should pay him a visit sometime soon again. ;) I'm contemplating using this for my oral assignment...Hmmm..... Cleverbot conversation User...

I'm okay. I'm sure I am. I've got a latest muse! No, its not a man. Pffrrtt . Its better than that. Hell yeah. Join the fucking dots! Oopsie , I fucking cursed. Argh , screw that. Like by the end of this year, I'd have 365 different positions that could possibly un -puzzle my love life?! Like how fucking cool is that! Ok . I need a male doll and probably half a year's worth of Yoga classes. Any takers? Moving on to less serious stuff... See, I've got my priorities perfected. :) Micro teaching. It's gonna be like when I was a little child, you know, playing teacher-teacher with my cousins, neighbours and sisters. It's going to be fun. It's going to be good. It's going to be like re-living my childhood. Like, standing before the refrigerator and incessantly rambling about how V is for vegetables and how that's good for your body and why M is for milk, yes it's really because the cows moo and that whatever that comes out of their you know...

After a while you learn The subtle difference between Holding a hand and chaining a soul And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn That kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes ahead With the grace of a woman Not the grief of a child And you learn To build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is Too uncertain for plans And futures have a way Of falling down in mid flight After a while you learn That even sunshine burns if you get too much So you plant your own garden And decorate your own soul Instead of waiting For someone to bring you flowers And you learn That you really can endure That you are really strong And you really do have worth And you learn and you learn With every good bye you learn. - Veronica A. Shoffstall Found this on tumblr . Loving it more and more.

I'm feeling a little woozy. Its probably a result of not wanting to step out of this beautiful idle mode. You see, school starts tomorrow and I don't want to go to school. I want to stay put and bask in this inertia. I want to lay in bed and not sense any urgency to get out of it. I want to space out and not have to induce any level of brain activity. I love these mindless routines. I could get used to them. Hell, I want to get used to them... But I can't, not now at least. I'm finding it really difficult to stick to my new year resolution. It sucks not being able to blatantly let out a breath of vulgarities. I need them to fully sublimate my inner most emotions. Ha! Maybe, just maybe, I should excuse myself from needing to censor my language online. Maybe. But that would prove that I have no control over myself, and the lack of self-control is something that severely puts me off. Darn it. Whatever happened to the times when blogging actually unravels my thoughts and lu...