"IF that we thus are guilty doth appear,
Ah, guilty tho’ we are, grave judges, hear!"
Dear *Frens,
Alright, yours truly have to plead guilty as charged. Yes, I’m an extremely infrequent blogger .Yes, I rarely blog & even then, it’s only to express yours truly bigoted opinions on a certain subject matter, and very rarely to update on my life or merely to rant.
In my defense, not that yours truly is denying her guilt here, mind you, but I actually believe that (a) no one really reads my blog regularly (b) it doesn’t matter to anyone that I blog infrequently (c) I actually believe that those who do occasionally come to my blog won’t want to read about the mundane banal parts of my life. Alas, apparently, I thought wrong.
*Wallflower who came to my place on yesterday (and bought me a nice shell necklace from Ziwiland) actually complained that I blogged so irregularly! Oh my evilness, please believe that egoistic as me, I never imagine anyone and I really mean anyone would want me to blog more regularly, even if merely to rant. Truth to tell, yours truly leads a dull and boring life. Oh fine, stop rolling your eyes. I suppose to give myself some credit, my life isn’t all that bad, but, I really won’t want to bore you to tears. But being currently in a mellow mood, aka, trying to avoid doing my homework - Dear Evilness, I know I’ve been good lately, but did you really have to punish me with so dreary a subject like Taxation? *someone anyone, HELP me* - and so, I decided to be “nice” and blog.
Maybe I should make it a point to blog more often…nah….I mean there isn’t really anything much going on in my life worth reading about, in other words, what you have just read was pure crap. And if anyone, the rare rare ones, that actually read my blog, please, blame *Wallflower if you have to undergo many tedious boring blogs. It’s all her fault.
Ok, now I’m attempting to humor *Wallflower by attempting to rant…even though I know I suck big time. *grimace* Isn’t that pathetic? I can’t even rant properly….and there I am convinced that ranting is an inborn female trait. What am I? A sheep? *deadpan*
Ok. Take a deep breath. *dun snicker!* I’m attempting to rant here.
First of all, yours truly is taking a stupid stupidly dull subject, Taxations. Hell, can you think of anything more excruciatingly painful to study? Worse, the lecturer might as well speak Greek for all I can understand during class. *sigh*. And if having to do homework which yours truly don’t understand the heads or tails off isn’t bad enough, yours truly had to meet a bitch today.
Pure Evilness did you have to do this to me?
Yours truly was damningly excited about this boutique apartment for rental, not that yours truly have any cash to rent it or any real plans to move out, but still, I wanted to go have a look at this fully furnished Soho apartment so I called on Friday & made an appointment for today. And that stupid *owner who told me to come, forgot all about it. Worse, she had the gall to blame me for not calling to confirm the appointment, and that she have so many schedules & appointment, I should have known better. @&#*@&!^ I mean, she forgot and it’s my fault? WTF?!
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Ok…end of pathetic attempt at ranting…if this is too sucky an attempt, shrug. At least its merely a blog & you can stop reading. That’s not so bad compared to someone who won’t stop talking…and trust me…one of my workmates is horrifying in that way. Yep. Nod head. Horrifying…its amazing how KPO she can be and how she can go on and on and on…and even though *Wallflower says it is possible to find boring people fascinating for their boredness…and wondering why they are so boring, yours truly do not believe. Some people are just boring. Period. Full stop. As *eccentric said, some guys deserves to be looked down upon, they are that boring. I know, I am quoting out of context, but that’s more or less the gist. *grin*
Right, must stop before yours truly get carried away, but I’ll attempt to write about this *amusing meeting I attended which was oh-my-evilness, conducted in pure pure Hokkien! And hopefully, a caricature of the people I will be forced to work with in the new rec club yours truly is coerced (even thought they call it nominated *blanch*) into joining, and if you don’t see anything on the club, that means it’s that bad that it’s not even worth my pathetic attempt to rant about.
Me.
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