I went online and what do I get? Bombarded with questions about "the day before". So Kristen knew, David knew, Dimitri knew, even Leanne knew. Basically the whole of Stage Band knew. Great. So now I'm a whore for wanting to go with Kaitai and leaving you and Keith with some alone time? Mind you, the guys waited for me, waiting for you for 30 whole minutes. I don't how many guys are decent enough to do that for you in one lifetime.
However, if you want to shout it out to the whole of Stage Band, be my guest.
But when you're on the phone and you keep reminding me of how I ditched you, I hope you do realize that there's nothing I could say to that. Well, actually, check out my options.
a) stay quiet
b) start bitching
c) talk logic which will sound the same as bitching to her
d) hang up
e) get a box of raisin bran crunch and drown her out and give a double thumbs up.
Ya, I think I'll stick with the last one.
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, Crunch... mmm... Waddya say? Ya. Thats perfect!
Haha, I think thats perfect to annoy people.
Person: You're so damn fugly!!
me: *crunch crunch*
Person: You're such a bitchy lil skank!!
me: *Crunch crunch*
Person: Don't you have any shame?
me: *Crunch crunch... swallow* Whats that? Thats great! *crunch crunch*
Person: ?!?
Now to get my hands on one of them purple boxes...
I should've watched that commercial two months ago, so I wouldn't be stuck listening to her telling me how bad of a friend I am in the most subtle way possible- tell me over and over again how wonderful it is to walk along that path all alone. Thank you, Mel, for making me feel bad for not doing anything.
You know, that actually takes skill, so I'll give her some credit for that. Not that many people can make others feel bad about doing a perfectly good thing.
And definitely not many people can downgrade someone elses love whenever they want and get away with it.
Just because I don't want to watch no movie, doesn't mean I'm doing it because Kaitai doesn't want to. Sure, I compromise with him, but that doesn't mean every single decision I make is under his influence. Do you have any idea how degrading it is when you jump to the conclusion that the only reason I would not want to watch a particular movie is because Kaitai doesn't want or let me?
a) you're saying he's controlling me.
b) you're saying I'm being controlled.
Neither one appeals to me very much.
I'd like a good and equal relationship thank you very much. No offence, no one likes being whipped. Or at least, being labelled as whipped. Thats just a huge blow on your ego. Notice how I never make fun of Keith about being "whipped"? I don't know how anyone can be proud of the fact that they control their other half. That's not exactly a good balance. I don't ever EVER want be treated like a circus lion, bound to do some guy's bidding at the crack of a whip. I'm human, not some object, or toy.
(Although personally I wouldn't mind being a slave in bed. ;) I find the idea of being chained to the bed oh so sinfully arousing.)
Even if I compromises, it's not because I'm "whipped". It's because I care enough to not always have it my way. If I'm happy trying something he likes, or seeing things his way, or simply because I'm a girl who just want to make my man happy, then let me do that. If it makes me happy making him happy, I don't see anything wrong with that. It's not like I'm bullied into doing everything because I love him, not like he's taking advantage of my passion, not like he has some kind of girlfriend remote.
And FYI Melissa, please don't, I repeat, DON'T ever call Kaitai a son of a bitch ever again.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Everyone's blogging. I might as well go with the flow.
I would wonder to myself on o-so many occasions if having a conscience is a good thing. Especially in the bitter, cunning society that we live in today. Wouldn't it just get in the way when we want to get our hands on our hearts' desires?
Well, once upon a time, there was a little girl by the name of Dorcy who fell madly in love with this boy called Kaitai. Is it love? We shall never know. All we know is that she didn't fall on her own accord, the truth is, she was shoved down the stairs into a hopeless pit of despair. Thank god those same bewitched hands that shoved her down those flight of stairs, found her in her darkest hours and pulled her out of her own vortex of tears and anguish. And they lived happily ever after without a worry in the world.
...
I wish.
It is nowhere quite as simple.
On one fine sunny Friday afternoon. Her beloved invited her on a quest to The Castle of Dominion with the Three Musketeers (Kaitai, Liam and Chris) in search of the stickiest substance known to mankind so they can spray each other and vaccinate themselves from the deadly bug- Gewissenhaftigkeit.
(Yes, it is an actual word, just not in english.)
Unfortunately, the bewitched Melissa, who is under the spell of a powerful soccerer, Master Abraham-Kadabra Linton, is obliged to trail the one that has bewitched her heart no farther than a 2 feet radius.
Mr Abraham-Kadabra Linton
Under the oath of friendship, our lady Dorcy, had graciously agreed to accomodate Ms. Melissa in her humble cottage for the evening. Yet. After discovering that the evil Linton had her friend completely spell bound under his overwhelming spells, the realization that if Melissa was to come, the evil wizard was to come as well dawned upon her puny peanut-sized brain, for the two was now inseparable. Which really, is quite a shame since Dorcy would very much enjoyed Melissa's company on her mission to find the ultimate vaccine, known as "SPRITE".
Having complete faith in her immunity to Linton's powerful charm, Melissa promised to shake free of that blasted spell in less than 15 minutes. So much for the original 5 minutes.
15 minutes wasn't long, thought Dorcy quietly to herself.
Little did the fool know that the all mighty Master Linton himself was bound to a vow to the powerful Ninja- Simon-sun the hare, whose humble straw shack he was supposed to grace that evening.
And as usual, the all sneaky ninja master is hiding in the grass making Linton looking and searching franctically among the grass patches.
So dimwit Dorcy sat protectively on Kaitai's backpack to stop him from leaving her, looking like a complete twit because she has no choice but to wait for Melissa who is waiting for Linton who is waiting for Simon-sun.
After countless minutes (or more like 15 which sums up to half an hour), the trio grows impatient and bids Dorcy adieu because she is getting to be a pain in the ass and no one likes that. Sadly, bimboohead Dorcy is stuck with her conscience waiting for Melissa who is now nowhere to be found, but most likely still under the charm of Master Linton who is waiting for Simon-sun the ninja.
By now, a twist in the plot occurs and randomly out of nowhere, Bridget, the girl with... no secret identity or powers except the astonishing skills to play the piano, has been invited to brightenDorcy's dull cottage with her bubbly laughter. So Dorcy sat torn-apart on the ground now waiting for Bree and Melissa who is waiting for Linton who is waiting for Simon-sun, while the trio was still waiting for her.
Figuring that Melissa still needs time alone with Master Linton and will still have the company of Bridget, the crazy pianist, to kill the rest of the trip to her shack, Dorcy said "tata" and went on her way with the trio.
Yet, fate has a funny way of messing with the intellect-challenged heads. Just as they were crossing the pebble strewn pavements where fancy carriages drewn by gorgeous horses could be seen strolling the streets, Dorcy heard Melissa calling out to her from behind, telling her to wait for another 15 more minutes. I guess God makes up for the lack of brains by conscience and good earsight.
Ooops, I meant hearing.
So, Dorcy struggled between
a) Staying with Melissa, being the third wheeler between her and Linton, and ditching her own loved behind.
b) Leave with the trio, leaving Melissa in solitary bliss with Linton and a friend for Bridget to walk home with.
A difficult decision indeed.
Any airhead with brains would have chosen the second one, with everything to gain, and ditch the first one, with everything to lose.
But you see, thats the difference intellect makes. When your brain is about the size of an HIV, and your conscience the size of 1000-year old oak (gimongous but is good for nothing) It takes the voices of three "enpowering" males to persuade you for 5 whole minutes to shake you to your senses and drag you along the pavement reluctantly, with you still defending Melissa all the way to the Castle of Dominion while they try to stand up for you, because apparently, you are incapable of standing up for yourself.
When you give up on yourself, there is nothing that 3 testosterone filled guys are willing to do but to leave you to wallow in your pathetic so-called conscience that you decieve yourself into believing that you own.
Just when you thought the guys would give up on stupid Dorcy, you see Melissa striding up the streets, looking so heated that you could swear she just came out of a chili eating competition, with steam coming out of her ears and face puffing red.
Has she
a) changed her mind and decided to join poohead Dorcy and the Three Musketeers?
b) came to tell Dorcy that she has finally broken free from the spell?
c) came to show off her chili-eating trophy?
Personally, I would love to see a big shiny trophy, but unfortunately, it was none of the above.
She came down huffily, and dumped her bag, a bag of clothes, and her fiddle down and bewiddled Dorcy's feet and glared at her and said,
Wow. Someone please tell me how is anyone supposed to respond to that?
The guys sure knew how.
"THAT BITCH!"
But that wasn't quite dumdum Dorcy's approach.
"O shit, o shit, o shit." came the mumble.
Witnessing another display of her ineptness, the guys volunteered to carry all of Melissa's belongings seeing as poor Dorcy's hands were full with her own gym bag and fiddle. Thank God for that too.
What was that girl thinking by just walking all the way there just to dump all her belongings on Dorcy and spaz at her and accusing of ditching her and leaving her to stare blankly as she walked away, no doubt to tell the entire Band and the royal Chateau how that bitch of a Dorcy had ditched her for Kaitai.
H-hem, Dorcy waited for you for half an hour when you promised 5.
Yet, Dorcy could not muster the skills for her rage to surface so she simply walked numbly as the guys tried again to enlighten her on the guys way of seeing things. But that only made the urge to defend Melissa come on even stronger.
The guys were good sports and tried harder and harder to make Dorcy laugh and ease up and finally when that hysterical laughter returned, they took turns vaccining each other with SPRITE. Too bad that lasted for about 5 minutes before Bree and Mel returned, completely ignoring poor Dorcy, dragging both hers and Melissa's stuff up her cottage. She even put up with the cold glares and cold shoulders while supplying them both with ice cream and pop.
Tell me, where is the logic and justice in that?
Someone please enlighten me.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Restless
10:28a.m.
Home
Sunny
Yellow Tank + Green LaSenza PJs
$230 (69 thongs)
Nothing
Cough 
No one
Only Hope
Make plans
Thinking
High School
Kaitai
