Okay, fine. I miss McD's-ing. As unmanly as pouring out my feelings sounds.
Heartless suns of beaches posting happily about meeting up. *scowl*
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Waking up in a new city (fine, not that far from home, but still) every morning can be a little unnerving, but also really exciting, for lack of a more inventive word.
Taking on the full responsibility of a household is by no means an easy feat, especially living with children as inexperienced as myself. We get on each others' nerves every once in awhile, but generally are happy enough with each other to be goofy with. Even if I do get called a neat freak.
And then there was one. Who didn't think so.
I don't think it's very mature or constructive of me to take everything personally and get seriously offended over the whole affair, but that doesn't mean I don't feel that way. But it doesn't make me any happier so I might as well dispense with it and finally accept that I can't make everyone happy - and that it isn't a failure on my part. Or so I'd like to think. *shrug*
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University itself is, as best as I can quote,
"...a blur. A stressful, surreal, blur."Handling shitloads of transactions and applications and dunnowtf's by myself and having only myself to blame if I get them mixed up or forget, is pretty darn grr.
And the lessons? Like why is the degree world running at fastforward speed. My poor brain's smoking.
But to their credit, I really do love Accounting and Economics, and I think Mankiw writes textbooks in the cutest way - I smile everytime I read it! Hahah.
And I love tutorials! Yes kill me now.
And I love the Law Library! The kids there are so stressed out about their million-word essays that you get a little tense hearing (eavesdropping) them talk, that you just have you sit your ass down and concentrate harder on what you're doing to try and match up. Resulting in more work getting done. Hahah.
I'm a little sad my other subject is a lot like what Edgar & Daniel's class used to be, without Edgar or Daniel. Or Sylvea. Or Cathy. :(
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I always get into arguments with Xtians (the only kind it is politically correct for me to get into religious arguments with) about their faith and upholding religious... you know, duties, rituals, etc.
So obviously I have not read the Bible beyond the tiny section of the creation of the universe.
So I pick up my roomie's book and decide to open my mind for once and give it a chance.
And then...
What. The. Fug.
That little section was about this guy, who saw two angels in the form of dudes, and said, "Yo! C'mon over to my place dawgs!!" Or something to that effect in ancient Hebrew. So they pergi lah. Then right, all the men of the city right, turn up at the guy's door, and say, "Eh macha! Where the two f'lers you brought over to your house as guests? Bring them out now! We're super horny and we want to give them both a good bang." Wow a hundred over penises up your ass in one night. That's gonna hurt in the morning.
Okay so anyway the guy says, "Eh cannot la... These fellas my guests lah. How can do such thing! Don't disgrace me can! Eh tell you what la. I got two daughters, both virgins. I'll take them out and give them to you; do whatever you please to them." SERIOUSLY WTF. Guaranteed one-way ticket to the Rumah Orang-orang Tua.
But the men of the city tak mau. They want ass. MAN ass. "No you stfu! You blardy pendatang think you can tell us what to do?! We don't have all night; now get out of the way!" So they like all hornily rush into the guy's house and buka the pintu to the room where the angel dudes were, and then... THEY GO BLIND.
Moral of the story: Men don't fuck men. If you even think about it, you will go blind. So don't do it okay.
Okay so it continues, something about God angry with the city of buggers so he like destroyed it and the guy's wife turning into garam (okay okay I only continued reading because I didn't expect the Bible to have such scandalous themes) and yadaa yadaa.
Years have passed and the guy is now like super old. The two daughters (yes the ones he was so ready to offer to the men to shag) say how much they kesian their father because he's about to keel over and doesn't have an heir. So this is their brilliant plan: "We'll make dear old Pops so drunk, then we'll fuck him, and we'll have his heirs for him. He'll finally be happy." Oh yeah.
Um, so they summed it up and said that's how some two nations originated. But don't quote me on this I was already really really disturbed.
OMG WTF. WHAT IS THAT SHIT DOING IN A HOLY BOOK?!?! SOMEBODY FIRE THE EDITOR!
And to think Momma wanted me to read the thing when I was a kid. Boy, I wonder what I would've growed up to be.
Oh and the text on circumcision. *smacks forehead* Apparently if you've not undergone the snip-snip, you have like, no Offer & Acceptance with God or something, and I do believe there are instructions to ostracize people in your household who refuse to get it done. What turf.
It is for reasons like this I think religion is a made up bunch of bull that has successfully bullshitted millions over the last couple of thousand years. I mean, so illogical! Why would the Great Architect, design you with foreskin only to have you slice it off?! Such a waste of resources!
I will come up with a religion that requires everyone to remove their appendix.
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My sexay doc called me gundu! TT.TT
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I am on a buying disgustingly pretty things spree. What am I turning into.
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Hate it when you whine. Shut your pie-hole and just do it. Do yourself a favour and grow the fuck up.
PS: I have noticed that this post has increased in percentage of unnecessary profanity. I apologize, but will blame it on reduced adult supervision. :P
...it's about time I cut my hair.
Would you look at the cutesy little baby schnookums in her widdle Burberry-ish dog bed~
