A little more for your peripheral cognition of ME

I am counting down my transition from existence to nothingness.

Do you want to know what it’s like to feel worthless? Try getting into my shoes for the next two weeks :-) I am counting down my days of transforming from being a yuppie to a bum with no tomorrow and spending her life savings on something uncertain.

You might be thinking, why not make most out of the days I have left before becoming this worthless piece of crap? Right.. Hmm, where do I begin?

Nah, I really don’t want to talk about it this time, maybe later when I am happy again. Incidentally, there are people whom I meet everyday who read my blog. I just don’t want them to get the wrong message because that is what usually happens with some people. I don’t really blame them. This little piece of heaven here is like an avenue for angry bashing, sulking and just being blissfully happy for no apparent reason.

Don’t get me wrong. I really still enjoy writing what I think on the web. It is nice that people are bored or interested enough to finish reading a single entry. I would be stupid if I’d complain about choosing who could read my blog. I mean it’s on the freaking net, what do you expect?? Even I am an avid reader of a complete stranger’s blog. I like reading her entries. She has the wit that’s a bit dark and actually amusing. She talks about her experiences that are completely unlike mine but then I would catch myself smiling and nodding, thinking that if I were in her situation, I would deal with the situations she’s in, the exact same way she did.

She writes very well and is rather silver-tongued. Well, it is needless to say that she writes. She wrote a book and is getting an agent to sign it for her.

She got me thinking, what happens in your life isn’t interesting in itself. But it is how you think about it and what you do with and in it that makes it more interesting. I know some of you don’t agree. I really don’t care if you do or don’t :-) sorry :-) It’s like saying, I know how you feel, but I don’t care. Heheheh. That’s just so funny. I also read on Reader’s Digest once, it went something like, “Don’t complain or whine about your problems to other people, 80% just don’t care and 20% are happy you have them.” But my advice is, if you feel better afterwards, it doesn’t hurt to complain about it, don’t overdo it like I sometimes do. But if you do complain, don’t talk about it with me, okay? Heheheh kidding! :-P

;-)

 

7 8 9

Why is nine afraid of seven?
Simple.
Because seven eight nine. (Read it aloud If you don’t get it) ;)

This probably must be the reason why I like the number 7. I love to eat. Hahahah!

Aside from that, as much as I usually am timid, I also want to be a seven at times. Not letting people get in your way and saying what you want to say despite the aftermath, gives you a certain high.

I thought of 7 because I was trying to think of seven questions that I would want to ask people. To be able to know what kind of people they are without necessarily throwing them off guard by asking things too personal.

The truth is, as I’m writing all this down, I haven’t a single question in mind J

This is my first and probably last attempt for this entry. These questions can help determine what kind of character you have.

What are the three things you like most in this world?

What is your favorite color?

What are the top three things people do, you strongly disapprove of?

What is the last thing you think of before you go to sleep?

What do you think of first when you get up?

How do you do? ( hahah this is getting nowhere.)

        How would you describe yourself? (Wahahahahaha this is the only question you probably have to ask hahahah!)

What would your 7 questions be? ;-)