spiderpig | you're so last summer

So who died and made me Envy?
So who lived and stole my Pride?
So who awoke and gave me Sloth?
So who slept and presented me Lust?
So who smiled and threw me Wrath?
So who finished and stuffed my Gluttony?
So who buried and paid my Greed?

So who?

I'll alway lose out to people under umbrella-terms, to people stitched with labels. Who's going to be with a dormant volcano like me? Insecure? Bah, that's just an excuse. Go on, you pppretty pppeople who complain that they're not skinny enough, or pretty enough or Oh-You're-A-Girl-So-You're-Nice-Comments-Don't-Count, or the I'll-Never-Get-Marrieds because they have perfect skin and the perfect smile and did I mention that they have the perfect body but they still don't get enough of it? They need me, the rather insufficiently shapely (round! is still a shape!!) me to assure them that oh, you're still so beautiful.

:D Way to go world. In terms of Survivor? The tribe has spoken, I have lost out in that arena.

Sad but true. ~~Blatant THE TRANSPLANTS promo~~.

But where else can I or will I win? Chopsticks Girl doesn't give up that easily. Afterall, we know that succesful people (in the end) aren't those beautiful ~~bimbos~~ people who get under my skin (don't let them get under your skin! you say).

Bill Gates? Oh, billionaire. Married. Billionaire? Rivals with

Steve Jobs? Oh, another mil-bil-tri-llionaire. Excellent marketing skills if I might say so. Succeeded in brainwashing people all over the world.

Donald Trump? Now that ~~toupee~~hairstyle of his is not really topnotch but hey he's a successful businessman.

Tony Tan? Oh hey I look like him! ;D

Even if I don't win in this patriachal society, I'll definitely be the next-in-line. Why? I don't know why exactly but if my egotistical self may emerge for a few seconds, we all know that guys like people who can relate to them. ~~Which is why I won't get them, but just get them in that other way.~~

So I will come out tops in the end. :D ~~Yeah yeah self-consolation~~. Let's just keep our diamonds and guns to ourselves shall we?

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I've been slacking leh, these past few weeks. I feel like a, like a CAUCASIAN!!! GASP!!! (Haha, no I wasn't trying to be overtly racist ;p)

Yah, anyway, time to get down to business. December is coming soon and I better at least brainwash the teachers into thinking that I'm some hardworking geek even though I don't produce results. So at the end of the year they'll pour on the sugar as they always do. 'Alicia is a hardworking and conscientious student!' and whatnots. :) Testimonials like that are lovely from the higher-ups. After I graduate, there's a wonderful temp job waiting for me. I've got it all planned out.

EDIT:

Mum suggested walking down to an... old friend's house after dinner. Why the awkward pause? Well, I was great friends with the said boy until 6 or 7 years old I had a falling out with him. I always find it awkward. Worse still is that his father might be my future boss in what, hopefully when I graduate from university?

Sigh.

you're so last summer

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