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:: Wednesday, September 28, 2005 ::
:: Saturday, September 24, 2005 :: So I cut my foot on a piece of glass. One of the most asinine questions that someone asked in response: "Did you remove it?" The foot? No, I'm rather attached to it still, I'm afraid. The piece of glass? No, I left it in because the exquisite pain makes the removal so much better later on. And what makes me sad is a barrage of where, when, how questions that come. Fr'creeing oot lood! Is a little sympathy that hard to come by? Why can't the first question be "Are you ok?" How is where and when I stepped on it important after I've already been cut? Maybe where, so you can avoid it. But when? How does THAT figure in? Maybe it's all going downhill again. :: nimezs @ 11:51 pm [+] :: ... :: Friday, September 23, 2005 :: Don't rub me the wrong way. It makes my hair stand. "Hi" Is that it? Hi? That's all you're going to say? For this bit of loquaciousness, you're not getting a reply. "Hi. How are you?" I'm fine, thank you. "Helo Nicole.... :O) how life over there? saw u in gallery.... Sincere to noe u as friend? Hope i stand tat chance hehe .." No, no, no, no. Please don't tell me you're sincere to know me as a friend. My profile's not that interesting and it did explicitly say that I'm shallow, and I'm brutal. Why would you want to befriend me? Don't lie. You think I'm attractive. Say so. That's the only reason. And if you can't speak grammatically AND aren't very interesting, don't even THINK about it. "Care for a chat?" That depends. What kind of chat will this be about? A possible list of topics would be most helpful. "Hi, How are you?? Like to ask whether can I add you in as my friends??? Hope you don't mind..... Thanks... :) Take care... Regards.. " Dear whoever. Of course I mind you adding me as a friend. I don't even know who you are. Isn't the whole point of this friendster thing to add friends? You're a stranger. Shouldn't you first ask if we could be friends before asking if you can add me? Mommy told me not to talk to strangers. So I won't. "care 2 correspond?" Ah. An interesting message. Use of 'correspond' very praise-worthy. Use of '2' to substitute 'to' not. Also, what I don't understand - why do some people include their nationality, race and age in their messages? It's something I can find out on your profile, can't I? I don't see how telling me you're 28/m/chn/sg is going to make me any more interested. Oh golly, a 28-year-old chinese male Singaporean. I've always wanted to meet one of those! And if you don't use a picture of yourself as your default photo, it tells me that you're not proud enough of how you look. Unless it's supposed to be some avant-garde, ironic thing. I can never tell. Nonetheless, I like people who are proud and confident of themselves. And hey, if you see your message up here from friendster, I did warn you. I'm brutal. If you can't take the heat, don't play with fire. On the internet, I FLAME. Because I'm a hellcat. :: nimezs @ 8:23 pm [+] :: ... :: Thursday, September 22, 2005 :: It was a long road, and it stretched out in front of the traveller, endless, it seemed. It wasn't a lonely road to begin with, for many people passed him. Some stopped to walk beside him, glad for company along the walk. He was glad for theirs and appreciated it. There were others, though, who stopped only because they thought he might have something to give them, but when they realised he did not, they walked away, falling behind or walking ahead so far he could not recognize them any longer. There were others still who told him how he should walk in order to make the best of the journey, thinking their own ways best. Some were right, some were wrong, but most did not realise that there were many paths. There was a path, whether easy or hard, that suited each the best, and each path was different though they might overlap. Much to their misfortune, they did not realize or would not acknowledge that sometimes getting lost was the best way to learn the ills of the wrong path. He did not know this, and meandered to follow the directions he felt were good. It was hard. It was impossible to walk many paths at the same time. He grew tired trying to keep up and slowed to his own pace. They left him behind, scornful, resentful of his inability to do as they said. They could not see that he was trying his best to please everyone. He could not, of course. For a while, he was lonely for there was no one else he could see ahead of him on the road. Even when he had regained his strength he had no wish to catch up and no way to, for the paths diverged and he knew not which way each of his companions had left. Sometimes he would see glimpses of them in front of him or on a road parallel to his. It made him extremely wistful for the times when he had company on the road. Other strangers passed him by, but very few stopped to say hello. Mostly however, he walked alone. And this made him very sad. Mournful that even all the people who had promised to be by his side were somewhere else. He did not know if this was because they had made empty promises, or if they did not know that he was alone. The road became harder and harder to walk. He wanted to stop. :: nimezs @ 10:29 pm [+] :: ... :: Wednesday, September 21, 2005 :: To excite is to be able to elicit or arouse a emotional response from someone. In this respect, I suppose a lot of people are exciting. My ex-boyfriends were exciting. My students certainly are exciting. Some of my friends are exciting. All of them exciting boys. Yes, they're able to elicit strong emotional responses from me. Just not very nice responses. I appreciate that anger is not the kind of response you want to get from me, but then I could be wrong. It is, after all, only an assumption that you want the best for me. There are those who who probably would love to see me lose my temper. And not just in a small way, where I threaten to kick you somewhere, but to a larger extent, where I glare at you and storm off. And yet, sometimes wanting the best for me also does create this same situation. So, for the sake of my happiness, I shall delineate clearly what I mean by "exciting" in a positive way. A guy exciting enough for me is able to keep pace with my wild side as and when it surfaces. He understands that it's necessary to let your hair down once in a while. To go crazy and forget conventions. He, too, has a bad side, and recognises that. He knows how to flirt, how to tease, how to amuse his audience. An exciting guy knows how to have fun. When I say fun, I mean something spontaneous, something enjoyable and definitely unexpected. I realise a lot of things fall into this category depending on the kind of person you are. There are a lot of things that excite me. A good book. Jewellry. Shopping. An arcade game. Visiting new places. Badminton. Soccer. Captain's ball. Canoeing. Most sports. A guy trying to pick me up and depending on how good looking it is, this could range from mild amusement to sweaty palms and palpitations. I've never experienced the more extreme range. Ooh. Fight then sex. Sorry. Distracted by "Indecent Proposal". Yeah anyway. There's no point having this conversation. Even the most exciting guy will get boring with age, predictable with time. Robert Redford just offered to buy Demi Moore a dress. This kind of thing only happens in movies. Or maybe just if you're Demi Moore. And that is a really cute couple routine. "Did I ever tell you I love you?" "No." "I do." "Still?" "Always." And boy do I love people who make me laugh. And the money. I love the money...A rich and humourous guy would be the most exciting kind of guy for me. Hahaha. But since I have my own income, I'll just settle for a funny one. :: nimezs @ 9:30 pm [+] :: ... :: Sunday, September 18, 2005 :: I'm not sure when it happened, but I'm being auntified by people around me. Especially the guys. I admit I've never been a hip young thing, but to progress from teenager to aunty in a matter of... a few years is a bit much. Wait, did I say "progress"? Do I really give off this maternal vibe? I mean, from secondary school to JC, I've been jies and aunties, never younger sisters or nieces. Maybe people just do it to me on purpose because they know I don't really like it? Whatever it is, I feel like I'm already settling into the role. Which as I said to some people, is a step up from tai tai. I've completely bypassed the stage I wanted to be at without even getting to enjoy it. I suppose it's the only recourse I could take - the more guys auntify me, the more I emasculate them. And they don't like being emasculated. =( Why do I feel older than even the guys my age? It's a vicious cycle, which also means if I want to date someone, it'll have to be someone way, way older than me so this whole process never starts. But I don't really like way, way older guys because they treat me like a baby. Then again, I don't know many much older guys. Darn it. This really sucks. Maybe I'll have to go overseas to find a suitable partner. Nonetheless, Jeremy is Aunty Nicole's favourite nephew. Also, I can't find the original for this drawing. It saddens me. :: nimezs @ 3:28 pm [+] :: ... :: Friday, September 16, 2005 :: I've decided that next month's gift to myself shall be an IPod. That means I'm buying it. Not you. :: nimezs @ 12:10 am [+] :: ... :: Thursday, September 08, 2005 :: I think it's hilarious that people refer to the contestants of Project Superstar like that. The blind guy, Kelly, the other guy and that other girl. HAHA... Pretty much sums up the whole contest, don't you think? Kelly seems to be the only one that's remembered. :: nimezs @ 10:55 am [+] :: ...
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