on my way to school just now, i was tuning in to the rrr-adio. it's been hella long time, and usually i loathe having talks and chats in between songs i sometimes dont even like. but somehow i didnt feel like having the usual music plugged in and instead, i was craving for some vie and some intellectual materials to ponder about.
it must be the gloomy weather and gloomy inert moi and gloomy surroundings (less traffic and less people blocking my way.). i am somewhat happy, but definitely tranquil.
so pardon my noob-ility. on 98.7, glenn ong (i think) and some 'young' guy were talking about which would the people tuning in (which i think is not even half of the population. it was freaking 7am!) like to be, smart or famous. and frankly, i think everybody knows my answer.
being the self-proclaimed attention-seeker, i pick being FAMOUS. i have a pile of answers to support my seemingly superficial choice, but seriously, the way to success (if defined as wealth and health.), is definitely faster with fame.
think about it: who are the people getting the promotions and pay raise and credit cause they get heard? it's usually the loud and charming = famous/popular people. who get privileges being the apple of people's eyes.
the real smart ones usually work in the background and never got discovered unless their discovery in work is one big deal that deserves a noble prize award.
of course we're talking about having only ONE in life. EITHER fame or brains. not using one to get the other.
now, which would you pick?
Certified Breed Representative: Joy Thoms
The Pekingese is a big dog in a small body. He fears very few other dogs, no matter how big they are, which sometimes gets him in trouble. He is a very sturdy dog with a heavy chest, short bowed legs and a head quite large for his size. His crowning glory is the beautiful flowing double coat that does not need trimming, topped by a high set tail plume carried well over the back. There are many things to enjoy about this breed. They are very affectionate, obstinate at times, hard of hearing at times (until you open the refrigerator!) and easy to live with. They will match their mood to yours. If you want to play, they are willing. If you want to be quiet and read, they will sit at your feet. They are not high-strung yappy dogs--as are many of the toys-but an all-round delightful pet, both in apartments and homes with yards. This is not a wash and wear breed, but they are not as demanding as some of the single coated breeds. With the proper harsh textured guard coat a complete grooming once a week will keep them looking their best.
this reminds me that baby's almost five and a dog's life span is about 8 years. which means the grim-reaper is coming and i hate that i have to confront life and death again. i can imagine how i will weep my eyes out and be miserable all my life cause i will act like i have recovered and am strong and there's no macchiato.
cause i am just that way. from now on, always use hypothetical situations to talk to me, because i am very good at imagining myself to be many different fictional fairytale supernatural figures. and we should use rag dolls and lousy doodles, diagrams, origami, fingerpaintings to convey messages.
just don't mention my full name while at it cause i might wither away like how a fairy turns blue and drop stiff (dead) when you say things that include words like "i", "dont", "believe", "in" and "fairies". it's worse than "fuck". seriously.
i can receive the morse codes you send by blinking, or fluttering long lashes, or wiggling toes, or twitching noses etc. not talking is even better now. but silly morse codes love letters are sold separately. my love is running low, it's time for rationing.
class is in session but my brains is all blanked out. by right i should be happy slash excited cause it's only 4 days to the big one-eight day. but then, maybe it was the influx of endorphins and no way to release them, everything's topsy-turvy and i am a walking misery breed place. beware, i might drown you.
now, arent i emo much?
self-thought: i want to drop out of hospitality and go do some fashion design course cause i read this person's blog and the course sounds fucking fun. all those updated info of couture week and clothes and designing and all. jealousy has never kicked my guts so hard.
ta-ta.
xoxo.
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