No apologies, no regrets

And to say it like it is… Although I almost always choose to curse silently.
It comes across as an excuse for bad behaviour, only because I am shamelessly turning it on its head. But I do feel that I need one – an excuse; a reason, justification; whatever – for the way I am disabling my [...]

Pandora’s box

Why I lose control I do not know.
My inner demons will unleash themselves, throwing me into the black hole which my own hands have dug.

Strike three

Fudge:

This dog-eat-dog world.
The colossal space that separates us.
Fate.
My noxious delayed reaction.
The Slumdog Millionaire OST.
The L Word, S06E07.
Half-baked efforts.
The misled priorities of the young.
My premature thesis-related anxiety.
My natural inclination to procrastinate.

Your sins will find you out

I’d rather care too much and risk the byproduct of bitchy than settle for an attitude that resembles blasé – that’s why, instead of banishing concerns and annoyances to the section of my brain where memories are inevitably lost and eventually forgotten, I like to revisit my multiplying demons… If anything, to reaffirm that I’m the [...]

It takes all kinds

… To make a world.
I am an overwhelming ‘C’ – conscientious to a certain extent, but critical to a fault. And because of my natural reflex to leave no stone unturned, the glass is always half-empty.
It was far less excruciating than expected. I asked questions; I did not give monosyllabic answers; I continued conversation – all surpassing [...]

Barking over biting

As Vanessa, in her infinite portmanteau wisdom, says, “just chillax“. I’m going to heed her advice and not depart on my usual crazed spree of hurling insults at every antagonistic person… Even though, in my crippling arrogance, I know I’m right.
Instead, consider these pieces of advice that I, as a lao jiao, dispense:

You are never [...]

Adolescence

Teenagers – they numb my cynicism and aggravate my nausea.

Wishful thinking

You remind me of Elisabeth Hasselbeck – shrill, annoying, unfunny, insipid, biased. But, like her, at least there is the occasional window of discernment.
And we thought the worst was behind us.

Beggars versus choosers

One is a big question mark; the other is an absolute cliché.

Familiarity breeds contempt

In the last month, I have had to reorientate myself to meet the metamorphic milieu. I am not the same person I was three years ago, but I keep forgetting that those around me are susceptible to change as well.
And recently, I am almost incapable of accepting any sort of transformation, especially when it isn’t [...]