| Looking for a Life of Debauchery(not really, haha) |
[Nov. 19th, 2009|09:18 pm] |
I'm terribly brand-conscious, weight-conscious, self-conscious, style-conscious, people-conscious, company-conscious, music-conscious. I'm fanatic about being the "cool" thing. I try desperately to fit into the in crowd, and normally I do succeed. But I don't usually like it in there. I am a narcissist, after what seems to me like a traumatic childhood of being trampled upon(both by my brother and other kids). When I happen to sit down with you one day, ask me to elaborate on it. Being a fat kid back then wasn't cool.
I like my music loud, definitely thumpy, with lots of beats(i.e. Apologize, Poker Face, Bad Romance, David Guetta, SOIL AND "PIMP" SESSIONS). That would explain why I bought my pair of atrio. Lyrics don't really matter to me, unless iTunes chooses to play it(Shuffle) when I happen to be doing something productive(read: "reading MLIA, Tweeting, and Stumbling") and I happen to notice the song lyrics amidst the 808's. After which, the songs goes into the playlist "for me" and into the playa.
I may probably be the worst critique in the world. Nothing excites me. Everything bores me. I suffer slightly from ADHD, which makes me lose interest in something quickly, like, really quickly. However, I do have some sort of OCD, which means that when I find something that doesn't actually make me yawn, I will chase after it till the ends of the world(which explains my incessant spending on aural products, whey and fish oils. Nothing actually goes through my head before I say it(too time-consuming, hence unproductive). I may, therefore, appear more straightforward than most people would like me to(read next paragraph). Like the meta-stable state of the Hydrogen atom(it must be spelt with a capital H btw), once you excite me the right, I'm going to stay up aroused for a long, long time.
Love me or hate me. It doesn't bother me. I'm an attention-seeking whore. What bothers me is that you care about me(btw, saying you hate me is still caring about me). And that explains why I shifted back here from Posterous. But wait, don't delete that blog (http://eugeneeee.posterous.com) yet. Fascinating, yet engaging links/videos/pictures will still go there. It's so easy to plagiarize on that blog. I can use the bookmarklet(link here). But, it's so difficult to illicit responses in there, and it's weird, because you can use your Facebook to comment there. Who still doesn't have a Facebook now? Being the desperate tramp that I so proudly I admit to be, I have decided to post here again. So, humor me and leave a comment.
The following is a short summary of the past few weeks I spend on the internet. I've increased my vocabulary. It stands at an impressive 52-word count now. Experts agree that it will continue its bullish trend in the near future. However, analysts have warned of a speculative bubble blowing up in the background.- hedonistic
- debauchery
- distrait
And of course how can I forget, the have-been meme, Kilroy. On a general note, you should Google these to increase your general knowledge. As a wise man once said, “Formal education will make you a living; self-education will make you a fortune.” Now, don't we all aspire to be rich, fat, baldies with a hot secretary sitting on your lap reading off how much dollars you are making per second? Do yourself a favour, and befriend Google.
I have also recently become a fan of askmen.com(which Edwin claims to have started reading since he was 14. That would explain his promiscuity) One of the Top 10 Ways to Attract Sexy Women is to have a huge bank of General Knowledge, and speak with a sexy diction. Now, imagine me with the voice of Morgan Freeman, teaching you about why fishes don't have eyelids. Woo.
This must be the longest ever post on this Livejournal. And to think, I thought of the opening paragraph when I was making cakes in the bathroom. I hope you have enjoyed this, as much as I enjoyed typing it.
"I'm already distrait, do you want to make me cry?"
Have a lovely day/night people!
Oh, right. Econs. *yawn*
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