[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
Just wanted to express a huge appreciation to those who showed some amount of concern over my disappointment. I'm pretty much over it (I bounce back fast, especially when things happen, giving an entirely new perspective of things).
I'm sure things happen for a reason and I do not say this just because it sounds right. It's probably a good thing that I'm not going to UK now. Maybe the time isn't right yet.
Sometimes I feel that being human, we look at things with a very narrow scope of view, failing to see the big picture and to understand the meaning of certain events. Which is why I think it's about time I ask myself if I'm going in the right direction, living a purpose-driven life that will not lead to a dead end that I cannot foresee.
Dear God, please grant me the faith to follow the path you have set out before me and not be blinded by my own ambitions.
Went back to hall today to clean up my room and boy am I dead tired after all that cleaning and moping. My hands are rougher than ever (no amount of manicure can save their fate... i clean far too much and far too often!! *sulk*) and my legs ache like crazy.
I tried to massage my own calves but I realised that only made my arms tired. Give up already. Maybe will paste medicated plaster later and smell like the chinese clinic.
On my way home from hall, on the train, something I witnessed really pissed me off.
Sitting facing me was a young girl (about my age or maybe slightly younger) in a decent tank top and a knee length skirt. She looked like an average teenage girl - not dressed provocatively or anything. I wouldn't have taken much notice of her if not for the man beside her.
A very distasteful looking man kept throwing leering glances at her. He was not the least bit discreet (since it caught my attention) and I could see that he was intentionally sitting in way such that he was leaning rather closely to the poor girl. And she, being right at the corner, had no where else to retreat and looked really uncomfortable.
And I swear I saw his hand on his crotch while staring at her legs. Urghh... I so want to slap him.
I was really tempted to yell at him (warning: use of strong language) , "What the hell are you looking at, you freaky bastard??!!!!" (and i imagined myself showing him what it meant to be kicked in the ass) I felt like I needed to tell the girl to get the hell away from that perverted asshole but it'd probably embarrass her more than that idiot.
So I was just hoping she'd get up from her seat and just walk away from that dangerous man. I have no idea why she'd want to remain in such a vulnerable position. Anyhow, I had my camera phone in my hands, ready to take a snapshot if he dared try anything funny.
It's a good thing the girl got off the train not long after.
I'm so darn disgusted by what I saw.
Men like that ought to be taught a lesson. Really. They spoil the image of the masculine sex, no?
[Time of Confession] 10:09 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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