Sitting here right at my faithful table as I gaze at the sun rising is really disheartening. I have been up since 3 am worrying about the results of my therapy paper which is out in exactly 3 hours. Call me a paranoid, but the anticipation of waiting for an exam result is what I really hate the most. How convinced you may be when you write an exam the anguish of waiting is killing
Someone told me yesterday that because of me, he wouldn’t fool around anymore. He said that I have thought him certain things that made him a diverse person in a whole. How can someone so baffled as such say that? It made me furious. And worst he said, I will definitely not be the one he’ll settle for life. What the fking hell is wrong with me? Well, I know I drove guilt right into his brain stem, but hell, that’s what every girl does? I’m such a wonderful friend, I must say. Sigh. And yes, he’ll remain confused. Somehow I think he should marry a supermodel or at least a white or wait, maybe someone as confused as he is.
Hanging around confused people is bad energy. You somehow tend to be equally perplexed. That’s when mom and dad come into the picture. To clear your mystification and to settle your problems. Somehow, my parents have been settling all my problems and worst I don’t even worry about them, I just leave the job to them. I do plan somehow to let my husband fret about my problems later on in life, and let my parents take a break. Such a good daughter I am.
Today, I cleaned my dried roses. I never throw flowers away. They are too precious, so I dry them carefully and then I hang them over the heater for the dampness to dry up and I arrange them around my room. But the dust that settles over them has been causing asthma attacks very frequently. And yet I don’t have the heart to even move them or throw them. Sometime its sucks to be rose maniac, I know
The past few weeks were agony. I was battling with myself if I was straight or not. I came to a finale that yes, im super straight, and am proud of it. As much as I want to be a lesbian, I can’t imagine having another pair of boobs on me. So yeah, I’ll just stick to some pigeon shaped hairy torso on me. Coming to think of it, too much hair is bad. Visualize you on that hairy chest and you find lice on it. Eww gross
My imagination is vivid. Sometimes it drives me nuts. I imagined how nice it would be to do an appendectomy and suturing it up with my initials. Don’t you think it would be cool? I’m kind of bored with the idea of straight stitching all the while, I think I’ll revolt. I’m going to be the first doctor to suture my initials. Yes
Mike told me yesterday about his dream house. He wanted white drapes everywhere, a sea side residence, a pool table and a nice cozy hall. When asked about his bedroom, he said it should be facing the sea, big gigantic window, sliding doors and the bed should be facing the sea. I dint think it was romantic. I told him, if tsunami were to hit, you would be laying on your bed and watching the waves come after you. He snapped into reality and gave me that look that said so clearly “damn you”.
I have been thinking about one thing for the past week. The toilets in
Russiadon’t have cover, as in seat covers. Maybe the reason is simple; every smart Russian here, climbs over the bowl to do their business, and every smart Malaysians laid their asses on that very same bowl. Think of the infections. Think of what they may have stepped on before they went to the toilet. Russians are disgusting and Malaysians are turning into them. Public toilets are much better off than the ones in my university. Whoever said that the ladies smelled worst than the gent’s toilets are so wrong. Try walking past the male toilet in KSMU. Enough said
I just came up with a poem two hours back so here it goes
Sitting here under the moon light, as I watch your curves
Wishing I could run my fingers thru your soft gentle sides,
Licking you slowly, bit by bit,
To relish every inch of you, would be a dream come true.
To hear you say, lick me, bite me, have a taste of me,
Would drive me insanely crazy and my knees go weak,
But I’ll try to control my lust for you
To take it gentle, as I plant my teeth into you
Your cream so sweet I crave for more,
The more I taste you the more I want you,
Who would have known, you could be this good,
Oh my coffee bean, chocolate cheese cake…
And yes, im so craving to have one bite of you now..ahh you perverts!
I think I’ll stop here for the day. I plan to clean my room, which was my preliminary plan since 3 am and now its 9 am. Ahh, 6 hours down the drain and I feel super good about it. Toodles