wrinkles .

i know my regular readers are going to accuse me of neglect, but in my defense i have been extremely lazy busy recently. as of right now i am in fact at work, sitting evasively at the back computer munching on a kilo of jelly snakes while i should be cleaning the benchtop or something.

i have slowly but surely developed an affinity with grilled fish, which i now eat for lunch almost every day, and my daily habits have swelled to push out internet surfing in my free time. when i checked my email, i had a record of 36 unread messages and only about half of them were junk or subscriptions.

the chase .

i have come to realise that i have an alarming amount of disrespect for girls that chase after guys. it’s rather appauling; i’m practically borderline disgusted, and that really shouldn’t happen for anyone except for men who are already disgusting.

this realisation came to me as i was halfway through another taiwanese drama series in which the girl tries extremely hard to, and i quote/translate, “step into the guy’s heart.”

cue cringe from liz. sometimes i actually wince. maybe one day if it were bad enough i’d gag.

hair .

last year, during an english class, my extremely wise teacher, mr morris, told us that there comes a certain time in a woman’s life where she cuts her hair. now because my teacher is a funny guy and likes to over analyse things, i let it go and thought about other things instead.

but i thought about it again the other day.

first, i thought about my own mother. i can’t pinpoint the exact year that she chose to cut off her long and rather pretty hair, but it must have been sometime in her early thirties. there’s a video of us when she was about thirty three, and she had really long curly hair and bright red lipstick, and i must admit she was quite a picture.

aspirations .

today i saw the film he’s just not that into you. i must say, it’s probably one of those films that the whole female population adores while the male population confusedly ponders their reactions towards it. give or take a couple, of course; i can’t stereotype the whole world.

personally, as a cynic slash closet romantic (which means i love watching other people’s happily ever afters but don’t believe they will happen to me), i enjoyed the film very much. i didn’t love it, but i do believe that it exposes many of our flaws as women, as well as the true character of men. maybe if the film didn’t end so happily the message that “he’s just not that into you” would have gotten through better, but then it wouldn’t have been hollywood, and people wouldn’t have emerged from the film content and raving at how wonderful it was.

with all formalities at an end . . .

 soundtrack: one chance; all in // thoughts: of some aspects of life

my formal photos are up. surprisingly, i took more photos (both of myself and other people) at tech formal. maybe because my dress was prettier at tech formal, and also $1.10 more expensive.

so basically, that was the end of my high school life. never again will i be with all those people, and our time will be just a figment of our memory. however, unlike most, i was not overly sentimental about it. i did not go around professing love for those i obviously did not love, nor did i tell people i’d miss them as i knew i would not. basically i’m just a very honest person. i never understood the need to tell everyone you’d miss them, actually. i wonder if the girls that said it knew it was a blatant lie.

a lack of depth .

soundtrack: the pouring rain // thoughts: are rather shallow

i’m tired. post hsc has been a lot busier than i thought it would be. which is good, considering the amount of people that have been complaining about being bored. i don’t think i’ve been bored so far, and if i have, i can’t remember it because my memory has been filled with a lot of other stuff. yay for me.

tech formal was last night. it was alright; a bit dark, i think, especially in the beginning when i wanted to be able to see. my lack of knowledge of mainstream music left me off the dance floor until the classics at the end, which i’ve noticed are played literally every time there is a dance of some sort. i wonder what our formal music will be like.

men are from mars .

soundtrack: beyonce; if i were a boy // thoughts: if…?

i heard this song on the radio on the way home in lucy’s car (because we listen to 2UE in my car). when i got home i was extremely upset that my limewire had stopped functioning, and i made garmon download it for me. he thought it was a horrible song, naturally, but i love it. i don’t really know why; i haven’t listened to mainstream music in so long, and it’s hard for me to get into this stuff, but i really like it. maybe it’s the lyrics…

flashing lights .

soundtrack: the chewing of watermelon // thoughts: lyrics of a song i can’t remember

there’s this woman at my bus stop that i see every sunday if i happen to go home early. she sits on the wooden bench and screams unintelligible words so passionately that the people sitting beside her get up to wait for their bus. but that may also be because she smells (i wouldn’t know, i never sit down). even the tired old people let her have her own bench. she never catches a bus, just sits there, sometimes yelling at her own reflection through the bottleshop window, sometimes smoking and yelling at the people around her…