In Your Face .... !

The Book that EVERYONE talks about.

Yes,

Facebook.

The culural phenomenon that taught people how to keep in contact without actually doing so.

And we thought cyber sex was the most detached anyone could get.

And we know how Facebook works.

All your cyber-khakis will post a photo here , a comment there. A shoutout of their every doings. Every where.

(We're not paparazzis so we don't really care do we? Ok, maybe we do.)

And then you realise that you're staring at people's lives and wondering why their's are so full of action and happiness. Purpose, even.

And somehow, your own seems comparatively stale?

Bland. Unmeaningful.

Worse, lonely?

Perhaps Facebook has created a new platform for show-offs who get off on trying to paint a perfect image of their lives so as to harner popularity .

Sure, that's what social networks are like, but bordering on flaunting not just one's beautiful image on camera but a huge slice of your reality?

Does adding lots of people make you popular?

Does your life or who you hang with define who you are?

Does travel-ism, materialism , consumerism and elitism define your persona?

Does it also reflect a hollowness within?

Will you end up hurting your chances of true friendships and relationships by painting an image too overblown and skewed?

Think about it.

Indeed, it's all about saving Face.

And Judging a Book by its cover .

Q ... finds it depressing to witness seemingly superficial and escapist personalities.

Most Gorgeous?

Tonight I'll be going to Zouk and just hang . (Since I'm bored to death at home anyway.)

I'd be attending Female Magazine's Annual '50 Most Gorgeous People' party.

Actually , I make it none of my business to bother about such narcisstic streaks.

But I kinda took a look around the webbie since I got curious when I got invited for the parday. (To see if its worth my time.)

And if 'gorgeousness' is based on looks alone, then the above specimen is the hands-down winner.

Of course, I cannot judge 'gorgeousness' by the book's cover.

Since it is after all only one single picture.

Who knows the monster that lurks behind , you know what I mean? LMAO.

I think being gorgeous could be more than just looks if the 50 chosen are anything to go by. (Read : Hideous!)

To me, its a whole package of brains, braun and personality (not to mention a huge dose of self-worth) .
What one is able to bring forth to society, friends and loved ones and work is perhaps the biggest turn-on.

Q... I'm GORGEOUS TOO , you know!!! ^^

Piss Off

Between you and

I.

You're discriminating.

You're condescending.

You're unprofessional.

You're contradicting.


You're a f*cking B*tch-Hag.


Yes, I'd do what's necessary. You'll get what you deserve.


Q.... Piss off. , get an Education .

Smile at The D-evil

BARELY Clinging on.

Smile at the Devil. And he will smile back.

Q.... moving on and just doing my best. I'll feed on the pain and return a winner.

Fortitude; none there is.

Wateva...

Who can blame the ambiguity with the LACK of a Grade Point Average (GPA) system?

(Yes! Lack!!!)


I mean, this is just major crappola.

We can't just sit there and take SH*T!!!

How would anyone know if we've been taken seriously? How do we know if we've been short changed?

They say...
'We've checked. We've calculated."

How will I know?

Fortitude to move on? Yeah right....

Q



> I'm gonna feedback. More toes will be bruised. (Let's see what that Biatch has to say neXt...)

Honor for the Glory

Dishonorable People judging the Honorable.

Despicable.

Gotta get what I want.

B'cos I'm worth it.

Q

I CARE. Coz' I do.

I say that I DON'T CARE.

BUT I DO CARE.

Especially if there's this Big conspiracy and unjust theory goin on.

I do feel slighted. I do Feel mistreated.

(But is voicing out the only thing I can do? I've worked too long too hard to deserve sh*t)

> Years of slogging it out had better not go to waste. :(:::

Q

The only Break is Death itself

A sudden lost of my Dearest. A culture shock brought upon by a change in working environment. A financial wreck.

This period in my life right now Messed up.

I'm Messed Up.

It's like everything has been overwhelming and undermining this Soul.

My nerves are frayed and my heart is weakened.

Every moment right now is with a batted breath.

I find myself pacing and racing.

When will I find Peace Ville and Comfort Zone?
(There is no progression. There is no efficiency. Things I need RIGHT NOW.)

Held back and stalled... is frustrating to keep a brave front.

Who will understand?

Q

PS: I'm possibly on my spiral way down to depression or complete insanity...

Good? ~Good luck with that.

"Good he says."

The intimidating photographer made this comment at the end of the test shoot.

Haven't I heard this before, umpteenth times over?

In an industry that lies more than it talks, I'm experienced enough to know that it's not a guarantee I'm getting the job.

Not even close.

Fingers continue to cross; but there won't be no sleepless nights for this model.

He knows too well.

Q

'X' marks the spot you BACKSTAB

'Bite your lip'.

'Bend over backwards'.

Yes, thank Q , Tom. I'll definitely take the advise.

As for the Backstabbers, AFTER ALL THIS IS OVER,

THE MIDDLE FINGER GOES UP.

Ya'll stinking fools are neither my friends nor adversaries.
You're NOTHING.

Ah, ok mayb you're something..
What a Pretty FEMALE Dog, you are...


Q

What's Happnin? :(

Y-Min's been acting strange recently.

Hmmm.

WASSUP???

-She suddenly left this strange comment on Friendster like she 'didn't know me'.

-Deleted a photo comment on a picture she and I goofed so much about when we took it at last year's ZO.

- SMSed her a simple good-natured friendly greet and she messaged back asking 'Who are you?' then later replied "Oh. I thought you were her friend. She's not using this number anymore. But I'll let her know . Rgds, Kelvin."
What de??!

Am I not her friend? How have I offended her? Why do I feel 'deleted'?

No rhyme or reason.

Just days ago we're still chattin.

Sigh.

Q :-(:::

Lucky Ugly Fugly

Beware: I'm an EGG BEATER. ^^

It really riles the hell out of me when I see Ugly Fuglies getting *LUCKY*.

Period.


B- !!!

(that stands for a middle finger btw, LOL.)

The Wait is (almost) Over. I (just)know it.

Q

DOORs... such conTRAPtions

Everyday, we are faced with choices that are pivotal to what lies ahead.

" What do I want?"
" Who am I?"
" Who or what do others see me as?"
" Do I really know my strengths? Am I honest about my weaknesses?"

Do we look into the mirror and not see who we are? Do we fear looking into the mirror and realise you do not recognise that person in it?

It's easy to say " One Life. Live it." OR " Just Do it" ..... but is it?

Often what defines us are the commitments we have made to or for others in our lives. Can we live ours?

All my life all I ever did was to study... study....train.... train...do well in sports.... get the good grades... be in the best stream and class.... get yourself a place in University.... grab that scholarship... get that decent well-paying job blah blah. Yes, I've done that. Well on my way.

BUT WHY AM I NOT HAPPY?

And then suddenly one day, you realise that you can be good at other things as well... you've missed out on so much....and oh how you wish... commitments arent pinning you down... it's like I'm living a life for others to be comfortable with.

The torment that the clock is ticking ... but you're not the one moving....

It's frustrating. It's agonizing. It's torturous. It reduces anyone to tears.

Can we ever be selfish enough to just drop all the baggage and say... from now on... the only responsibility is ME . My OWN. Can we? I doubt.

So exactly when do we see that door of opportunity opening? When do we see it close?

Life is not smooth.
Everyday, we get numerous doors slammed in our faces. I know I have been.

Few out there are willing to share their successes or let you have one yourself. They are cruel. They are self-centred. They don't want to see you succeed. They don't even want to know you exist at all. But who can blame them?

Your anxiety, your limitations, your plea for that chance... Do you think anyone listens?

And then there are those doors that open SO BIG that it makes one wary as to what lies through it. Can it be that simple? After all that I've been through?

So let's consider? What have I got to lose? EVERYTHING? or... NOTHING?

To be or not to be... that's the hardest question of all.



......and I'll still forever be that small boy... by the corner... weeping and pleading... and nobody knows or cares..... until I stand up and yell... and may be they will start noticing... or not... and continue with they daily doings... No harm done .

I think I've gotten my answer.