NIKE PROMO AD ON THE RIGHT, UNDER MY PLAYLIST. LET'S SEE HOW MUCH
REVENUE IT'S POSSIBLE TO GENERATE!!! THANK YOU. EVEN IF I GET $1SGD,
I'D BE ECSTATIC!
living the life a full scale hobo is quite taxing. no offense to
my red northface backpack, but there are many times when i seriously
miss the luxury of being able to come back to the calm of my own
apartment. to kick off my smelly shoes, messily de-robe, languidly
pace around the room thinking about what to eat (or not eat) and
nakedly flex in front of the mirror post shower without the worry of
others. (however the worry of neighbors peering into the half closed
curtains of my apt is a different story...kekekeke)
currently, i'm kicked out of the apt for a few days and sleeping on the
most hospitable of hosts' couch. i'm used to the makeshift bed,
makeshift home, but my rant today maybe isn't where i am, but rather
the complete lack of privacy. i'm as private of a person as my blog
portrays. knowingly plugged in all the time which have thickened the
walls of what i like to keep private, unbeknown to onlookers and
frustrating to the close ones. which means i don't need to be that
isolated but once in a while i presume it'd be nice to have actual
physical solace alongside my extroverted cyber persona.
"where do you find the time?" - in reference to xanga. (when i parlay this blog into the next coming of the truman show meets halo ya'll will muffle that rhetorical undertone....)
it's always nice to catch up with alice after her bi-monthly excursions to the motherland, "jakarta". when you've somehow rooted yourself in this culture with an innate american p.o.v., the cousin-in-law monday night gossip catchup is one conversation that is the textual answer for "ripley's believe it or not". it'd be hard for me to fully explain or begin a biography on the toils of an individuals ventures amidst the sea of matchmaking moms, money, gangstas, family politics, conglomerates, bomb checks and diarrhea. but i'm working on it. just give me more time....more time to marry a conglomerate daughter. OVERTIME IS WAY MORE THAN TIME AND A HALF. HAHAHA.
when i say im tired. u best believe me. farida was supposed to be my pahtnah in crime in s'pore, forklifting me out of the ridiculous black hole of divorced women and drunk tutors. instead she chose to get married instead. haha.
2 comments:
i work in online marketing.. why the sudden curiosity?
i can't believe you have advertisers on your xanga....hahaha. you sell out.....jk.
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