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Monday messed up thoughts

Monday, February 27, 2006


I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Jake Gyllenhaal's image on the movie screen for the screening of Jarhead. Yay, I thought, that's TWO Jakes in one week. This time round, he has crew cut hair and more mass on his body, not as skinny as seen in Brokeback Mountain. And he was in the US Marine uniform. Oh and he was a gun-totting hot bod there, as opposed to a lasso-twirling cowboy. I love him. The puppy eyes that's almost begging "Please love me". Haha... I especially love the mole on the left side of his upper lip. Very nice. Imagine kissing it. Okaaayyy moving on...
It's back to the specs now. I'm tired of wearing lenses. These past few days, my eyes are always tired. I don't know if it's the effect from Renu contact lens solution or is it just me. But I know for sure, my lenses have been long overdue. I've been wearing it for almost 2 months now, when I should have disposed it a month ago. This cannot BE! This is a very bad habit. I have alot of bad habits.
Like sleeping without removing my contact lenses. Or like sleeping without removing my make-up. I know... I can imagine some of you gasping in horror because imgaine all those harmful toxins breeding in my pores huh... Tsk tsk.
I finished reading Tuesdays with Morrie in 3.5 hours flat yesterday. And now I regret reading it so fast because I didn't have anything to read in the train this morning, and I just looked stupidly at other commuters. And then my eyes laid on this particular lady who puts on waayyy too much blusher. It's disturbing.
BLUSHER. It means just that. To blush your cheek, not to REDDEN them. It should be applied on the apple of your cheeks and maybe streaked upwards a bit. Not, the whole face. Which reminds me. The other time when I was out with Ley, Jila and Eli, we saw this girl who has blusher on her cheeks, nose and chin, which is practically ALL of her face. The only skin left untouched was her forehead. And even that, she covered her temples with blusher as well. I don't want to be mean, but tak style lah dik. The blusher masked her otherwise pretty face. I almost thought she has got a bad case of sunburn. Must have been a new pot of blusher. You know how we're like. We get so excited at something new that we go on a 'new-things' frenzy.
Just like when we have a new boyfriend. Wouldn't you want to spend more time with him, to discover him further and to know him better? I don't blame you. Because that's how we all are. Give it time.
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I wish that some people would take things with a pinch of salt. Life tastes better when it's not too salty, you know... There are things that should take precedence, but there are things that can be left behind. Sometimes, I stop thinking because I find thinking a chore. It gives me a sense of despair. It frustrates me. When I find myself being pulled into that labyrinth of desolation, I stop thinking and take a step back. And start all over again. This time, with a different approach. It is so unlike me to be sad all the time. But nowadays, that is all that I'm capable of doing.



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