In Need To Crash and Bloom

I need a place to crash into once in awhile. I missed having a pad where my rules rule every square foot (next to the landlady, that is). I don't want anything fancy like aircon or a wall to wall carpet. A private TB is a must as well as a private entrance. I used to have one and the owners and me got along quite fine. My friends would crash in from time to time and I would have the freedom to come home at the break of dawn if I wanted to.

I can eat tuna and sardines straight out of the can or suddenly make rolled sushi on a whim. I don't smoke but I can burn incense without having someone to complain behind my back. I don't have a radio and my phone doubles as an mp3 player. But I can't space out the way I used to with someone constantly barging into my room with some mundane chores just to get me out of the room.

So I need a pad, a small room with windows overlooking the world below. I need a place where my books can be respectably arranged in their own shelves. I need a door thatI can keep locked when I am not around. I want a space that is distinctly me, not just a bed space with my pillow and blanket.

Finally I need a place to crash into when I don't want to deal with the rest of the world. I need a quiet corner where I can bawl over my own stupidity or laugh hysterically over a joke that most people might not find funny at all. I need a place where I can critique myself without hearing someone's unwanted 'sage' advice. I need my own space....to crash into when I want to die and to be my cocoon from which I can emerge at least a bit smarter.

perfectly bored

she passes by
I sip my Kool-Aid
she shows off
still sipping my Kool-Aid

Please name the disease....

What is wrong with them?

I am unusually irritated by people who are not just wide-eyed with curiousity but with in-your-face self-righteous crap that barely masks envy. They would usually chide you for having material excess and casually suggest for you to toss things their way, literally. Their favorite speech always has something to do with coming from a Poor Family (emphasis on the Poor) and doing everything to help support the younger siblings.

Their attempts to sound modern and fluent grate public hearing. They bungle the language but will be ultimately offended if you correct them. They use your lipstick like a permanent marker and make ducklips all day. They roll their eyes at your new shoes but badger you in letting them fit the pair. Sucking up to the boss and parroting memos are favorite activities.

Soon they show up wearing accessories and tops similar to yours. They're not shy about asking for hand-me-downs, too. If you had the misfortune of inviting them to your pad, they will raid your closets and ask: "which ones are you no longer using?"

If there's one thing I am thankful, it hasn't gone to asking for your boyfriend's friends' numbers. Or insisting to meet your friends outside work. But, please God, when Starbucks opens this year, I need to find reasons to avoid them or find more hole-in-the-wall sanctuaries. To be not seen in a place to be seen seems a sin to them. Just because you can now afford means you can afford.

Ahhh...bitch mode...smiling may now commence....

Please Name The Disease

What is wrong with them?

I am unusually irritated by people who are not just wide-eyed with curiosity but with in-your-face self-righteous crap that barely masks envy. They would usually chide you for having material excess and casually suggest for you to toss things their way, literally. Their favorite speech always has something to do with coming from a Poor Family (emphasis on the Poor) and doing everything to help support the younger siblings.

Their attempts to sound modern and fluent grate public hearing. They bungle the language but will be ultimately offended if you correct them. They use your lipstick like a permanent marker and make ducklips all day. They roll their eyes at your new shoes but badger you in letting them fit the pair. Sucking up to the boss and parroting memos are favorite activities.

Soon they show up wearing accessories and tops similar to yours. They're not shy about asking for hand-me-downs, too. If you had the misfortune of inviting them to your pad, they will raid your closets and ask: "which ones are you no longer using?"

If there's one thing I am thankful, it hasn't gone to asking for your boyfriend's friends' numbers. Or insisting to meet your friends outside work. But, please God, when Starbucks opens this year, I need to find reasons to avoid them or find more hole-in-the-wall sanctuaries. To be not seen in a place to be seen seems a sin to them. Just because you can now afford means you can afford.

Ahhh...bitch mode...smiling may now commence....

Thank God I'm back!!!

Thank God I'm back!!!

I'm on my way. I'm bound to unload some unwanted luggage which comes in many forms. Plus that the office gave me back access to my blog.

Here's a big kiss to the rest of the world!