People just don't know.

Finally convinced Ziad to get a tumblr account. Best moment of my day. For privacy reasons, I'l leave his URL hidden for a while until he chooses to 'come out' of the tumblr closet. As for myself, as addicted as ever.



An uncle is down from Sweden/Korea. He was nice enough to pass on my aunt's Intuos3 (A4) to me. I am one hell of a happy camper now. I still haven't installed the software but I will be doing so soon ... probably during the weekend when I find the time to do so.

Now here's something I'd like to talk about. People who bitch. Everyone bitches. We all know this. It doesn't take a lot to bitch about someone. Let's use a less harsher word: gossip. I think we all know which gender is more guilty when it comes to gossiping ... even in the general media. Women. Females.

Being one myself, I can't say I am being unfair in this case. All females gossip. Find me one that doesn't and I'll give you a hundred bucks. They bitch about everything under the sun. People, clothes, food, shopping, make up, money, cars (surprisingly), football (surprisingly too), boyfriends, boyfriends, boys who are friends, boys who are friends but with they were with them, oh did I mention boys? Sometimes it just comes naturally for one to complain or to talk about something unrelated to them. That's fine. It's only human nature. But I notice when envy and spite comes into play, a whole new verbal vomit is unleashed and then you really see the true colours of these particular individuals.

For instance, these last few days have been pretty eye opening to me about this issue as I have fallen victim to the "gossip topic" myself. Some people ... I realise cannot see others being happy. It comes so naturally to them to just HATE seeing someone happy. Especially when they want a slice of that same kind of happiness. I realise I'm not that great of an individual. But I know my strengths and I know how to keep myself quiet on certain things. If what I do pisses you off, you're more than welcome to talk about me. It happens. I don't expect them to just sit down and smile at me and not have a single thought like "bitch" at me. I fully am aware of this.

However once you've invaded my private space and start manipulating facts and people around me in my life, it becomes personal. How dare you come up to people I know and tell them false stories about me, when I don't even know who the hell you are or what you look like or anything. I haven't met these people in my life and they find it so easy to start assuming things. Before you start calling me names, I suggest you look in the mirror for a good half a minute (because any longer and you'd eventually pass out due to your own flaws) and tell yourself "I need to scrub my own brains with bleach and a steel bristle brush ... hard".

Not to mention, I've actually assisted these people in their errands (through a friend) once upon a time without even demanding any compensation. Women, women, women. Why do you create so much drama about things which are so tiny. If you can't get what you want, don't take it out on me. I worked hard to get where I am and what I have. If you can only sit and mope about it then I am so sorry for you. Why don't you get your ass off that already brittle piece of furniture and WORK for it. You don't need to give me the stink eye in Uni. It doesn't work with me. Au revior.