Lie
Sunday, February 6 @ 5:37 PM
Or your bourgie friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
You can't imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving
About your money and man servant at the mansion you live in
And I don't wanna go places where all my ladies can't get in
Grab a bottle, some boys, and let's take it back to my basement
And get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy
Sorry daddy, but I'm not that easy
I'm not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it
Imma take it back to where my man and my girls is
I don't mean to critique on your seduction technique
But your money's not impressing me, it's kinda weak
That you really think you're gonna get my rocks off
Get my top and socks off, by showing me the dollars in your drop box
Me and all my friends, we don't buy bottles, we bring 'em
We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave 'em
And I don't care if you stare and you call us scummy
Cause we ain't after your affection, and sure as hell not your money, honey
I don't need you and your brand new Benz
Or your bourgie friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds
Adapted from Sleazy by Ke$ha
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No golddigger
Saturday, February 5 @ 11:58 PM
Won't go into details but I'll just say I've never experienced anything like that before in my entire life.
And I feel rather... insufficient and not up to par but hey.
He is such a sweetheart. And all my friends are telling me to just go for it. But thing is, deep down I know that he's not the one I want right now.
I want somebody else.
But that somebody is kinda flaky. I realized (from experience) that I can never take him seriously. His words are empty. All he gives are mixed messages.
At least with S it's more stable. I can guess what his motives are, and I know that he means what he says. And I trust him. Kinda.
In such situations, most people would tell you to follow your heart. But I'm afraid that if I continue doing so, there's nothing at the end but heartbreak.
So I'm just gonna listen to my brains instead of my heart for once, and consider giving S a shot.
So I'm just gonna listen to my brains instead of my heart for once, and consider giving S a shot.
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A proper entry
Tuesday, February 1 @ 12:16 AM
And if something really good happened to me, I should brace myself for whatever came next.
Now I've two newer theories.
#1
Always second guess the guys. Not one of them are to be trusted till proven trustworthy. A lady is nothing but a fool if she falls for men's empty words. At the end of the day, actions speak louder. Playing along with the sweet nothings may be fun, but the danger lies in getting stuck in it all. Before you know it you'd start believing them and start expecting... that's when the world ends. So never, ever take a boy/guy/man seriously unless he proves to be true.
Always second guess the guys. Not one of them are to be trusted till proven trustworthy. A lady is nothing but a fool if she falls for men's empty words. At the end of the day, actions speak louder. Playing along with the sweet nothings may be fun, but the danger lies in getting stuck in it all. Before you know it you'd start believing them and start expecting... that's when the world ends. So never, ever take a boy/guy/man seriously unless he proves to be true.
#2
Last minute studying really does help, a lot. Something about that adrenalin rush from stressing out widens your brain's capacity and improves its efficiency. And the satisfaction you get when you get good grades- wow I just spent minimal effort on this and lookie here, an A. It's way better than being consistent too. Consistency paves the way for burning out.
Yes so those are the newbie additions to my collection of theories.
Gawd I miss writing. It really helps unclog my brain from all them thoughts. It makes thinking less... crazy.
Anyway, it has been raining non-stop ever since Saturday? It's getting so cold, the coldest that Singapore has ever been (in my experience). Suddenly everyone's seeking refuge indoors not because it's cooler but rather the opposite. So here I am, in my dad's over-sized Man U jacket, my fingers trembling from the cold, blogging. Just cause I've missed it and my school starts at 4 in the afternoon tomorrow.
I think I've been losing a little bit of myself over the months. It's nice returning back to a familiar habit. A familiar escape.
Goodnight y'all.
Oh and PS: I've made a rule for myself. No texting guys after 10pm regardless. Maybe I should do the same for MSN...
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