i love tv. i love watching tv. some people find it a waste of time and a social meltdown... Well, they're probably right but i have my reasons.
I was watching 5 episodes of Sex and the City yesterday night on HBO and it amazes me how even the opening tune got me all excited and purched on my couch like a primary school kid waiting for 'aunty peggy' from bookworm to start her presentation in the assembly hall.
I love sex and the city. gives us singles some room for imagination...inspiration...minus all the SEX that is. it's not applicable in my world yet. i'm talking about its subject matter like friendship, choices, relationships, dating, and LOVE.
Episodes like "they shoot all the single people, don't they?" are pinpoint reflections, though not absolutely bullseye, on the fear of singlehood that's secretly creeping into our lives, as uh, SINGLES. One moment i was like "oh...i'm so glad and consolated that it's a very real thing that singles are experiencing..i'm not alone in camp-lonely..." (sounds a bit ironic..) but then again, yuck, why should i feel consolated? i sure as hell don't wana be stuck in it just cus every other single women are in my shoes. i wana be out of it.
and then it proceeded to demonstrate how this thought of mine is acutely dangerous too. cus in our determination to spiral out of the vicious cycle of failed love, wrong love and non-existant love, we fall into a bigger pit of mistake.
We fake it.
If you let your ego down a bit, you have to admit you fake it sometimes. because you're afraid of loneliness, self-pity and judgement from others. So you'll rather be caught out with a guy you don't really like, or someone you havent been talking to for years...or whatever. In essence, you pretend that you're in good company or a relationship you fundamentally don't believe in...just to fill that gap.
Which is so wrong.
I'm a self-proclaimed TV junkie, but i also happen to have an invisible set of principles i swear by. So if you ask me, i'm pretty inspired by that particular episode of Sex and the City. it really got me thinking if i should fake it or be lonely.
I guess if you know me well enough, you'll probably know my answer.
Signing off with XOXO,
Mat
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Just a short update
My cousin's wedding is on SATURDAY.
oh, guess what?
i got a cut on my leg.
Horrid.
And it doesn't help when my dress is this SHORT.
very randomly, i Tzenged my phone again.....for the 87654th time.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Verbal diarrhea Sunday
Sunday oh Sunday....
It's like a legitimate day for laziness or the like. I HEART SUNDAYS. yay yay yay.
I get to sleep in till 2, wake up and roll around like nobody's business. Normally on weekdays, it's just not possible. My parents hound me to death for waking up at 10... i know it's still luxury for any working adult to wake up at 10 but, hell....i'm not a working adult YET. so give me a break, and i'm sorry you have to wake up at 7 every morning... i know right, it sucks. :x
But my mum has other things to hound me about this afternoon. like my CREDIT CARD BILLS. I stared at it and the bulk of what she's accusing me of was also coincindently spent on outings with my sister... so well, it's not just me right. She doesn't have a card and she's always complaining about her wardrobe and whatever, i'm merely doing her a favour on the very miserable few shopping trips we have together lately. and i do sign with discretion for the very fact that i know who's going through the list each month. I'm not stupid you know. I notify them of big purchases prior to the unintended credit-shocks they get. I'm no big saver but i'm still reasonably ethical at a certain level.
Okay not a good idea to rant about my post-earning credit debts. It's not the best reading material for you. How about I'm going on a EUROPE TRIP this december?
Rome - Venice - Switzerland - Milan - Paris
It's not just talk. it's CONFIRMED :) the best part, we're flying SQ. (THANK GOODNESS) not some kuku unreliable Turkish Airlines that the travel agency recommended. Well, i'm not hopping on a fleet that crashed in February this year. you'll have to shoot me, i'm sorry. i do not give a flying love about the switching color modes in the plane that is apparently so fascinating to the travel agent. Well Mr. Travel Agent, i'm glad that you so easily find such little perks in life that makes you happy, but i don't think whimsical light displays can calm me down on a 12hour flight with a notorious reputation *shrugs*
I need a break. and please, before you condemn me about already having a break of a lifetime now.... i'm telling you it's not all fantastic. Besides the no obligations plus point for being unemployed, there are many less remarkable issues that i'm too exhausted to list. you can guess and i'm pretty sure you can come up with a toilet roll full of it with your standard. plainly, it's just not as good as you perceive.
And for the BILLIONth time, I AM NOT DOING NOTHING. and i'd appreciate if you don't come and ask me SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW every f-ing time you see me, okay??? I am peeved and ANNOYED by questions like that these days.... because frankly, i don't like to be reminded of how unproductive i am and i don't owe anyone an explanation.
I don't know why i have so much to say on a freaking Sunday...sudden outlash of angst...my contractions in emotions... maybe cus i didn't wash my hair last night. Lemme go think of something to do now. Bye~~
It's like a legitimate day for laziness or the like. I HEART SUNDAYS. yay yay yay.
I get to sleep in till 2, wake up and roll around like nobody's business. Normally on weekdays, it's just not possible. My parents hound me to death for waking up at 10... i know it's still luxury for any working adult to wake up at 10 but, hell....i'm not a working adult YET. so give me a break, and i'm sorry you have to wake up at 7 every morning... i know right, it sucks. :x
But my mum has other things to hound me about this afternoon. like my CREDIT CARD BILLS. I stared at it and the bulk of what she's accusing me of was also coincindently spent on outings with my sister... so well, it's not just me right. She doesn't have a card and she's always complaining about her wardrobe and whatever, i'm merely doing her a favour on the very miserable few shopping trips we have together lately. and i do sign with discretion for the very fact that i know who's going through the list each month. I'm not stupid you know. I notify them of big purchases prior to the unintended credit-shocks they get. I'm no big saver but i'm still reasonably ethical at a certain level.
Okay not a good idea to rant about my post-earning credit debts. It's not the best reading material for you. How about I'm going on a EUROPE TRIP this december?
Rome - Venice - Switzerland - Milan - Paris
It's not just talk. it's CONFIRMED :) the best part, we're flying SQ. (THANK GOODNESS) not some kuku unreliable Turkish Airlines that the travel agency recommended. Well, i'm not hopping on a fleet that crashed in February this year. you'll have to shoot me, i'm sorry. i do not give a flying love about the switching color modes in the plane that is apparently so fascinating to the travel agent. Well Mr. Travel Agent, i'm glad that you so easily find such little perks in life that makes you happy, but i don't think whimsical light displays can calm me down on a 12hour flight with a notorious reputation *shrugs*
I need a break. and please, before you condemn me about already having a break of a lifetime now.... i'm telling you it's not all fantastic. Besides the no obligations plus point for being unemployed, there are many less remarkable issues that i'm too exhausted to list. you can guess and i'm pretty sure you can come up with a toilet roll full of it with your standard. plainly, it's just not as good as you perceive.
And for the BILLIONth time, I AM NOT DOING NOTHING. and i'd appreciate if you don't come and ask me SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW every f-ing time you see me, okay??? I am peeved and ANNOYED by questions like that these days.... because frankly, i don't like to be reminded of how unproductive i am and i don't owe anyone an explanation.
I don't know why i have so much to say on a freaking Sunday...sudden outlash of angst...my contractions in emotions... maybe cus i didn't wash my hair last night. Lemme go think of something to do now. Bye~~
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