Men


I know, I’ve been as busy as Alice trying to find her way out of Wonderland, and trying not to lose my mind like the Mad Hatter. I wanted to post this video ages ago, so here it goes:

Beyonce feat Kanye West – Ego

I hate men with big egos.

Ironically, the one who who catches my eyes often has one.

I guess it depends on how you look at it: arrogance or confidence.

“Some  call it arrogant,  I call it confident.”

I guess I always prefer arrogance to a low sef-esteem. Kanye tells you why.. 

Me and my ego,
And it go wherever we go,
My ego is my imaginary friend,
He was with me when I was only imagining,
I had dreams of the league,
One day I play Kobe,
I walk up to Puff and he really know me,
Couldn’t let the dream killers kill my self esteem,
Or use the arrogance as a steam that power my dreams

It’s just unbelievable.

One of the slackest, laziest, most whiny guys I’ve ever known in my life made it to Duke.

Before I could have even gotten over the shock of news some years ago when his other lazy, whiny, joker-cum-slacker friend got into the local medical school.

Seriously. Two of the slackest guys in my class are potential doctors in the making. What does this tell? Yes, my class was very smart. There is no question in that. But do you know that save a couple of us including me who have never ever aspired to dorn the white robes, the rest of the class actually dreamt to be doctors? Even with straight As for more than half the class at “A” levels, barely half made it to the interview and ultimately only a handful successfully got into the medical school the following year.

Is there no QC for our saviours in white coats?  

This perhaps goes to prove that people do change for the better (that is, if going to Duke means improvement) with time, even men. And that I shouldn’t be so judgemental with the opposite sex. A slacker in the past doesn’t mean that he will remain one forever. There may come a day when he finally wakes up and unleashes his full potential.

Then again, does he score more points now that he’s in Duke?

Not really. A white coat doesn’t turn me on.

Give me a toolbox any day. 

A pair of young Caucasian parents with a toddler in tow in a pram walked by…

Me: That’s sooo cute.
Sis: So cute!

Me: I was referring to the dad (^.^)
Sis: I was talking about the kid (-_-“)

Boy, was I nervous!

I didn’t comb my hair, my heels were kicked aside under the table and obviously I was embarrassingly barefooted, moreover with unpedicured toe nails, maybe even smelly feet, and I even took off my belt because it was preventing thoroughly smooth flow of oxygen into my lungs when I sat down. My shirt was crumpled without the belt in place but one thing I had to thank was that at least my face was not gleaming like a used saucepan.

So when he appeared, flustered I was, trying to tidy my hair into place with my fingers, putting my heels on and wearing my belt. Talk about multi-tasking!

Ahhh, I don’t quite like it. I don’t enjoy the feeling of not being in control.

Let’s just get it over and done with, dude.

 

Post-post (hmm sounds weird but ya, it’s post-post, some five hours later): Finally it’s over. Dinner or no dinner with him? I cannot decide. But I guess not. Better not to hang on to anything at all.

Except that he’s really sizzling hot.

Zac Efron is 17 again, and just like one of the girls cooed in the movie, “If that boy were an apple, he’d be a Delicious!”

I say, if that boy were an apple, there would not even be any core left after I was done with him.

Who knows pretty boys could have this much sex appeal?

Boys, boys, boys, we like boys in cars
Boys, boys, boys, buy us drinks in bars
Boys, boys, boys with hairspray and denim
And boys, boys, boys, we love them, we love them
– “Boys, boys, boys”, Lady Gaga

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