1. Affected by the comments and no. of comments on my blog and to the comments to my comments in others' blogs.
I made a blog so that i could comment on Bubblemunche, which was how bublemunche started, so he could comment in Xiaxue's blog. Even so, i was impressed by the constant attention ppl paid him, because he's really good at what he writes. but then, after i surfed around more, i begin to see that a lot of other ppl's blog were as good, even better than him. But because they don't care or are underexposed, they don't get the same amount of attention.
OTOH, some blogs like Xia xue, though interesting, are never much attractive to me. Sure, the pics were pretty and she's beautiful, but i wasn't glued that way i was glued to some others. Somehow i don't like to read about her real Life, about the bitchiness of it, about the honesty of it and the cynical way of it.
It's really so wrong, the reason behind the blogging, the need for attention in this huge WWW, but I can't help myself. So I told a few friends about it, i hope they'd write something, but being friends in real-life sometimes mean that they don't connect cybernetically. They'd rather call and tell you, or say it to your face, but they don't leave a note, which I want them to more than the first 2. So shallow ah? Sigh...
2. Sensitive during PMS...
i think there should be a law to keep women from mouthing off the week preceding menses. I think many things have been accredited to that sudden burst of temper over a normally minor accident. Note: who dared to leave pee on the toilet seat? Again?! *Huff Huff KA-BOOM!!!*
Hormones get charged up, ready to spew forth in ugly words and bitter feelings in an instant. I think I'm pre-conditioned like that, I try to keep words to a minimal during this time, but i'm feel like I'm like dry tinder, i flare almost instantly and regret immdeiately. then i suffer from feeling guilty and resentful with my wicked pouting self because the rest of the 3 weeks i've been such a good, fairly reasonable and sensible adult.
Buddha forgive me....except Buddha had probably tweaked his eyebrow at me and say, 'Woman, there's nothing to forgive, you know the rules, you've got to reap what you sow, baby...'
So....I keep quiet and write it all down now in a Blog instead....
Same content but different output,
Pain also, slap with your hand or jab with your foot.
3. blue today on a extremely fine rainy sunday morning.
I think it's the height of stupidity to point a middle finger at the sky and curse at impersonal thunder clouds and dripping water. Like Mojo-Jojo who screams, 'CURSES!' everytime the powerpuff girls beat him to a pulp.
Blossoms, Bubbles and Buttercup are just doing their job (-Dedicate their life to Fighting crime and the Forces of Evil!- da da da da da da daAAA!!!). Mr cloud is making sure we have drinkable water tucked up in McRitchie and to aid Mr Sargeant in his Chiong Suah Jungle training in Bukit Timah Reserve.
But like Mojo, I've got plans too! Not to take over the world (tho that comes a close third, right after get more visitors to blog). I wanted to go swimming, I've waited to go swimming all week, swimming's what i do on Sunday afternoons! I've been huddling at home, trying to churn words for a dissertation when the sun was out blasting Singaporeans to golden-brown the whole of the work-week, and yet, the day of rest, on Sabbath Day, I get pimply sky and lightning....
So I did my favourite impressionism - height of Stupidity - at the nothing in the sky.
Of cos the rain didn't let up. It became sleet...
Curse the rock for tripping you over
But right in front, how come no manhole cover?
4. Disgusted with the state of this blog entry.
OK, I admit! it's my first depessing entry. I, who pride myself on churning out happy-bunnies-go-play-under-rainbow entries no matter the aggravation (read: colleague), am in this instant, succumbing to happy-bunnies-ravaged-by-wolves-I'm-so-sorry-eulogy. I, whose a eternally optimistic, right-hand-held-by-Entity-of-Chinese-Origin (Blessed), happy-go-lucky, Yippee and Wahoo person, just spend a wasteful hour on a rainy Sunday writing something I'm not proud of....and getting it published. May the blowing winds cool my fevered brow and the pelting rain smack angry face. After I log off, I shall calm down and go back to work.
You'd think, that, a Bunny is a Cute Bunny ia s Happy Bunny
But they've got their Breaks, you know they eat their own Sonnys?
Perhaps rain today is not too bad.
Perhaps tomorrow will be sunny, I'll take my chances.
Perhaps there really is something about xiaxue afterall.
I'm going off to watch Cartoon Network...
Off till PMS roll over!