Yeah. I should stop playing pool. For my own sanity.
Seriously.
Yeah. I should stop playing pool. For my own sanity.
Seriously.
So, I think I’m pretty racist.
Yeah. That’s not very good right.
Okay. So let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
So, I’m unemployed. And I bum around at home when I’m not tutoring or terrorising the streets of Singapore.
I play pool when I’m bored. It’s actually pretty fun, relaxing, plus I get to chat with people I don’t know, and sometimes I get to make stuff up about myself so that’s always great.
And well, a lot of Indians like to play pool too, apparently.
Which is great and all, but they like to talk to me. Which can get annoying.
And I mean, I just clam up when they tell me they’re Indian. So, you know, I’m officially racist.
But you know what? Everyone’s a little bit racist. Some people can’t stand Jews, some can’t stand the Irish.
So I’m not exactly ‘hot’ for Indians. Well, it’s a preference.
Doesn’t make me a bad person.
Does it?
HAHA. Oh, the things you blog about when you’re bored.
Oh right. And a 55-year-old man wanted to KISS ME!!!! YUCKSSS
I’m getting better at driving. I can turn and move on my own without much help. Only a bit of help here and there when I start freaking out and forget to hit the clutch.
And I can park (albeit, only on the curbs.)
I really can’t wait to drive on my own. It’s so cool! =D
Currently, I’m being all nostalgic. I downloaded the Carpenters. Such classics.
I figured that while I do enjoy mainstream music, I really do prefer the classics. Plus, there’re so many new songs nowadays, it’s so hard to keep up. And, oldies rock. You gotta admit it.
So, I’m going to get my hair done for fun. Cuz’ I am that bored. And since I haven’t really been spending money on myself (besides the cash used for driving and you-know-what) I decided that I needed this little treat.
Tomorrow, I wanna go shopping and buy stuff.
I do enjoy being unemployed. It has its perks. =))
When I was young
I'd listen to the radio
Waitin' for my favorite songs
When they played I'd sing along
It made me smile
Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well
Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they're startin' to sing
So fine
When they get to the part
Where he's breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It's yesterday once more
I would just like to say, for the record, I move on fast.
Which means I was only in love with the idea.
So, that’s awesome, right?
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
It wasn’t really my fault, right?
He started it.
So why do I feel like I’m the one who did wrong?
Just cuz’ I said those hurtful words?
But he started it.
=/
I sound like a 7-year-old.
This is so insane, right?
This is so crazy. And stupid. And effed-up.
Oh right. And I apparently attract a lot of Indians. Not that I’m being racist…. but I’m not even a bloody lawyer yet!!!
And I attract men who do a lot of hands-on work.
So that’s great too.
Everyone else is a dick.
And I’m going crazy. I really am going crazy. And no one can help me.
Does this mean I like him? Seriously? I barely know the guy! Maybe I just like the idea of him. Maybe I should just stop moping about.
So why do I feel like going to Switzerland to apologise?
Someone, please, restrain me!
Or stab me. Whichever is easiest.
And in another life, I would be your girl.
Why is it every time I like someone, I end up feeling like I want to punch their faces in until it can no longer be recognised?
Why is it I always end up liking guys that make me feel soo frustrated, I want to yell at the top of my lungs until my voice turns hoarse and I can no longer make use of my vocal cords?
Why is it I REALLY know how to fucking pick ‘em?
So, here I thought, problem solved.
Of course, things are never simple. It’s an unspoken agreement made on my behalf. ‘Things cannot ever be that fucking simple.’
So yup. Story of my life. I’ll probably look back on this in a few months and laugh.
Maybe a few years.
So I was sitting at the bar, and this guy comes up to me and says ‘My life stinks.’
Okay. This is great. Well, Joan was right about one thing. The guys I like will not be getting any younger.
So, here I am. With this great guy whose smart, funny, sweet and SWISS. And we like each other. And so what’s the problem?
Well, firstly.. I have never seen his face. And he has never seen mine. So that’s like one of those stupid masquerade masks things where you take off the wretched thing at midnight and OMG!
I should never have done it. I should never have been honest with him. I should’ve done what I did to that weird Indian guy whose conversation I still keep cuz’ it reminds me that men can be horribly desperate. (Which I SHOULD post here soon, cuz’ it’s REALLY good material.)
Well, it’s his fault too cuz’ he is unbearably charming and a GREAT father.
Oh wait. Father? What??!
Yeah. To top it all off, he is a single father, whose great love for his son just makes me want to fall deeper into the stupid rabbit hole.
And we just made a pact not to speak to each other until we can clear our heads and clarify…. something. (I don’t even know why we’re doing it. Seriously.)
OH! And here’s the best part! (Lean closer, people!)
We’ve only known each other for a week! And we’ve already done most of the things couples do. Like fight. And have really opinionated discussions and arguments. And talk about our lives and dreams and shit like that.
Yeah, we’ve fought. Small one as it was, it still symbolised something right? I mean, if this guy was not serious, then why would he yell at me? (Yeah, he started it.)
I think my lack of things to do have made me completely bonkers. What I need to do now is to just clear my head or something.
Or maybe just jump into the pool cuz’ I sure could use a soak right now.