i just saw enrique iglesias' rather new music video "do you know? (the ping pong song)" [click for link!] on mtv. i know, what's with the ping pong thingy BUT you'll find, it does contribute to the number's upbeat tempo. and man, i got to say, enrique's THE SEX (now, without the mole.) and i totally bought the whole i-want-to-french-you-but-nah-i'm-just-gonna-brush-my-lips-across-your-face episode he had with the girl in the video (love her hair.). sexual tension was so thick you can cut it with a fork. also, you should really check out his face when there's suggestions of the female lead getting hit by a car or falling off a cliff; it was SO clinically unsound i laughed my head off mentally. told you i am attracted to weird, koo-koo, nonsensical stuff.
what's with sexual videos nowadays anyway? there's kelly clarkson's "never again", and rihana's "umbrella". and i believe much more. or should i say, almost everything is about that forbidden fruit. nevertheless, it's pretty entertainingly panas and in nights like this, when you can abso-not sleep due to constant spasms of tummy aches, mtv serves as an useful source of joy (no pun intended. heh.) since it's almost 24/7, and "scrubs" or "that 70's show" do lose you along the way especially when there are puns to figure out. brain cells are more likely to die faster when the body is under bacteria attack. and habitual abnormal sleeping habits do get to you, eventually. it's the whole karma issue that i am not in the mood to step into.
i noticed lately, my posts are getting from bad to worse, in terms of language standard and also some content here and there. it's like i am crapping my way through in bad bad bad english. this' self-abhorrence for you. take any slight amount of sadistic delight in it to the fullest now, it doesnt happen that often for me. i am usually pretty good at self-acceptance, and thus, i live a pretty contented life. hahahaha. i guess that's why people who arent that close to me do get rather irritated at my, i would say, narcissism. confidence? if you want to be nice. but self-delusion? most definitely. let's just say, malvolio wouldnt be that much of a joke if i had a part in twelfth night. i would be the chambermaid lusting to be orsino's countess. ahh, literature. thou art missed.
i discovered some changed characters here and there. i dont know if it's angelic or demonic, but i guess they think they have morphed for the better, with the opaque kohl and ropy foundation slapped on. originally plain jane faces are all now illusions of that embodiment of beauty people seek. arent we all victims of society's pressure? arent we all slaves of cosmetics; souls traded with the devil? dont we hunger for lusty thoughts and looks to be thrown to us?
i guess we dont know what's right and wrong anymore. things are no longer what they seem to be. but for me, i daresay i worship m.a.c and bobbi brown. sometimes more than whoever's above. but do you, when you're all fauxed up in them too? (or their substitutes if you cant afford similar brands.)
i was talking to an acquittance on msn and she went into religion, christianity to be exact.
(perhaps i might sound like a bitch here, but i think i should just be myself and do what i do best: spill my guts.)
she was kind of questioning me why i havent been to church for quite a long while, and she was being rather a bitch saying some over-dramatic issues of me "losing my centre", "drifting from God and growing closer to the devil" etc.
i looked up at her dp; she was donned in thick black eyeliner, shiny lip glaze, a tube which barely contain her (nevertheless) epsilon boobies. and from what my ultra-vivid mind remembers, she was the one flinging her rebonded-straight hair, laughing at invaluable jokes from any guy who told her any (measly few.) while we had breaks during mass prayer, checking out the new hot boy in our bible study group etc (list goes on.). she thought she was ALL THAT; but reality check please.
i didnt know how to react when she used "inappropriate" on my 'sins' and thinking of it now, all i can manage from my flabbergasted, drug-induced, sleep-deprived, shock-inculled state-of -mind was a big, fat pftt. i was too kind to keep the facts about her to myself, and stopped my slender fingers from typing the F to the U to the C, K, Y, O, U. however way you sing it.
maybe, i aint "gonna make it to heaven".
but then again, are YOU?
[words in both bold and " " are directly quoted]
even fairies cover up in the midst of nudity.ta-ta.
xoxo.
"i know i am not good enough for you,
but please pretend that i am,
and i will not utter a single word of complain for the rest of our lives together."
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