I say this a little too often.

Hate.

I hate the word 'Lover'. That word sends the iciest cold shiver down my vertebral column (wink, wink awesome word of the day).

Vertebral column, noun.

Meaning: The most sexiest part of the human anatomy

Leaving the banter.

Which sane individual would call the other half,a lover? The term lover is meant to be used in a context when one of the partners strike an odd resemblance to Jean claude van in a blonde wig or even better an American gladiator with yet another blonde wig. Pardon me, if I am stereotyping the word lover. I was conditioned at a young age that erotic love stories begin with a raven haired beauty and an overbulging and shiny blonde haired man.

I am not raven haired, neither do I ever plan to set my sights on an overbulging shiny blonde haired man. Thus, the word - lover? Worthless.

On the topic of love and media. One of the greatest love story in history: Olivia Newton John and her husband who mysteriously disappeared 15 years ago.
Another potential love story: Will be you and the following video



p.s. I discovered embedding a few minutes ago. This would have been the coolest video to mark the discovery.

Enjoy.

A bold statement - Get off the high horse, because the kids are dying.

I blog, when I have something to say and I am adamant to change my opinion about it. Thus bringing on the topic - 'What intrigues me'? John Doe and Jane Doe to be precise. In short, the masses. For the past few weeks, I have come across intellectual individuals classifying themselves with adjectives such as an 'asshole' or a 'jackass'. What has brought on these individuals to self classify themselves to that extent? Popularity? Ego?

Gone was the time, when an individual was called a bitch for his or her own wrong doing and they would eventually be overwhelmed with guilt. Behold the time, where you get called a bitch and you retort back with the following statement - "Yes I am THE BITCH, the babe in total control of herself". If such a statement was thrown at me, watch as I roll my eyes and wished you stopped starring at yourself in the full-length mirror every day. Loving yourself? Yes, who is to say anything? Get a hold of yourself? Yes please do, it is about time you take your flaws as flaws and not claim to it to contribute to your perfection. Below, are the most common used phrases by people(italics) and the rest is what actually goes through my head as they are being said.

"Hi.. I am an asshole" - Hi.. I secretly suck my thumb and wish the world was a better place, but if you cant beat em' join em'.

"Hi.. I am an attention whore" - Hi.. I do love myself alot, but no one seems to pay enough attention to me thus the affectionate nickname (attention whore)

"Hi.. I am a bitch" - Hi.. I have major insecurities but I will never allow vulnerability to take over.

"Hi.. I am a social reject" - Hi.. I really have not figured myself out as yet.

"Hi.. I am nice" - Hi.. I am lonely and just want to make some friends.

Here is my only theory, for those phrases: No one wants to be an actual open book. An open book leaves room for plenty of judgement. Who wants to be told what is wrong in them? I would not.

So here is me, ending with my phrase, "Hi.. I am a cynic" Go figure!

Why so serious? - The Chick code.

So after, multiple research tries and reading cliched girl codes, of how every girl should love pink and cry at everything. I will brand the Chick code on my unknown blog, in hope that a bunch of sorority girls include it in their next bible reading. Im presuming, the sorority girls have set an hour aside for bible reading - after their busy schedule of pub-hopping, boys and love for Buffalo wings (so.. I have been watching way too many texas chicks go crazy on Mtv. I do in fact, secretly envy their topless runs and head dunking-sessions in the most cleanest toilet bowls after a round of 10 shots of tequilla.. I so do).

I will proceed now..

1. Chick on chick action is allowed, cause' we express our love for one another openly. We do not do it for attention sake.

2. A chick should never let her drunk friend dial. Never! Be it the ex-boyfriend, the parents or a girl she would like to kick for stealing her ex-boyfriend. Professors are an exception, because it has been proven that one is more vocally intellectual when one has had way too much to drink.

3. A chick should never date her friend's ex-boyfriend or brother. It is written in the stars.

4. A chick should never ditch her girlfriend for a hot guy who is willing to pay for her drink.

5. A chick should never wear all white. It is self - explanatory.

6. A chick should remember streaking, stays in the four walls - no cameras.

7. A chick should remember 'Window shopping' does not involve cash, and it never will.

8. A chick should be proud to eat chocolate, after bong smoking.

9. A chick may peddle in the 'friends with benefits' stint, but be warned of the repercussions.

10. A chick in a chick fight, is allowed hair pulling and cursing - that is the limit. The tearing of clothes just screams attention hoes.

11. A chick is not required to love beer to prove gender equality.

12. A chick is allowed to be as opinionated as she wants too.

13. A chick should love her posse, no matter what.

14. A chick should understand that PMS-ing is the coolest thing ever!

15. A chick should remember all good girls go to heaven, and only the bad ones stay on earth and procreate.

This is based on morality.. It is not a religion.

What defines being a Singaporean?

Major identity crisis - That is my answer.

We are a nation striving to break the cultural barriers and pursue the most colonised western society ever. We are superficial. Our mission for betterment is the 5 Cs - Car. Cash. Condominuim. Credit card. and membership(s) of a Country club. Search it on wikipedia and you'd actually find we have coined that term with pride.

Any particular race in Singapore would never speak his/her mother tongue for the fear of being ridiculed as 'back dated'. We are so made to believe we are born whites but just in the wrong coloured body - we live on the american lingo. We do not believe in traditions and rebel every form of authority that tries to restrict us. We get fined for every wrong doing, the ladies that make our airlines world class live on the strictest diet and a layer of coloured paint on their faces. Lastly, we strive for brands and the classiest restaurants.

Yet, ask a Singaporean studying or working overseas are you proud of how your nation has given you so much opportunities to excel? - We shrug our shoulders, and say "Do I look like I care?".


We are brats. Period.

Notice how I used "we". I am a brat too. I am Singaporean after all.

On the contrary, we are extremely polite and clean.

I blog, because I do not have a social life and I choose not to have one too cos I like running away.

Do we consider the factor of quantity or quality when it comes to measuring a social life?

Sitting cross-legged and staring at the skies, for at that moment everything seemed eminent. (sometimes, I feel too theatrical with the way I think, yet it keeps me going). She asked me - define the pinnacle moment of your life? Call me egoistic. However for that moment of my entire Manipal life, I actually found this woman intriguing. In addition, to the intriguing moment I had with her, I could not answer her question. Why? It is not because, I do not have an answer. I like running away. Call me: weak-minded. delicate. coward. I choose to be that way. I answered her meekly: It is life, what is there to define as a pinnacle moment?

Yet, in my mind I had the perfect answer.

Second on the agenda, I was asked: How do you prefer listening to music rather than socialising? Errrmmm.. I may sound rather conceited here, but there is only a bunch of individuals I love talking too, it is not aplenty. However, I am quite a misantrophic. The mind is such an amazing tool. You can question it everyday and rationalise it. In addition with music, it works remarkably.

Question answered.

P.s I have no idea, how to work blogspot.. So this article was not written by disha. Our blog: letusramble.blogspot.com

I love starting my posts with questions, but I cant think of one now. Im emulating Panic at the disco and their song titles.

Anything sounds cooler when it is lengthy, that is true isn't it? Take bands like Panic at the disco and Fall Out boy - aren't they cool? (Desi accent), yes they do have catchy tunes, but with song titles like "Lying is most fun for a girl without taking her clothes off" could simply be put as "I hate girls". Three words is all it takes rather than a lengthy 12 words. What ever happened to simplicity in this world? The world has been pushed into a dimension where outdoing each other is all it takes. I am not saying, I exclude myself from the pressures of the world, however I still strive for simplicity. I would not mind living in a remote part of some nation with my sexy Ipod (in which I hope it starts working) and drawing water from a well.. ROFL! Who am I kidding? I am joining the race in time. However, with the lack of an interesting cirriculum at the University I do study, does not exactly give me the motivation to say - Meet Biotech Queen?

Seriously, challenge me?

Next on the agenda, America or commonly known as the US of A, or as I like to call it "The most over hyped nation in the world". Yes, it is the country with Hollywood, yes it is the country with the Pentagon and the Hotdogs and etc. However! Let me emphasize on the however! Do not come to me discussing about American polictics, yes I am very well aware of it's impeccable decision making. However, I am very interested to deal with things that would benefit me in the future. Debating with an individual on how Bush sucked, and how Barack will bring sanity is an obvious statement. Though, I would have to suggest to learn about your nation's politics before venturing out.

Lastly, Trance is amazing and I feel everyone should peddle in that genre of music.

"Thy who is silent, shall reap it all"
"You know what is scary, I am so human that I am actually nice?"

P.s. Did I not mention Arsenal would win? =]

Signing out,
Samantha Anne Pereira aka Female who has seen it all.

So what happens when you finally conform?

The Hebrew name Samantha means - told by God; listener

And that will always be how I perceive myself to be one. I have never been much of a vocal person, and I do not plan to be one. I have read blog after blog, individuals airing their opinions about life, work load, friends who stand by them and friends who do not. I have always loved the idea of being a bystander, rather than glorifying every opinion.

However, after always being there and sitting down with various individuals and listening intently to each one of them. I am trying to conform, just writing this post seems way too divulging for me to type. I like being shallow superficially, because vulnerability is a hard thing to conquer. Though put me with one person, that I do not have trust issues with and I would give you the deepest depth to the significance of life and everything circulating around it.

As I continue writing, I am actually very much going to beat around the bush and never come to my point. Why? I have yet to figure that out myself, I have had various answers thrown at me however I cannot bring myself to agree on it. Do not ask me, what is wrong? Cos' there is nothing. Do not ask me, what are you going to do? I am going to do nothing. Do not ask me, where are you going? Cos' I am right here just chilling.

In conclusion, I cannot bring myself to conform to being an individual with the ability to answer anything, though I am willing to provide each one of you with my theories and be right there?

Care to settle on that?

One of my theories: Life is like the daft punk song "Harder, better, faster, stronger" - Amazing tune and minimal words.

Work It
Make It
Do It
Makes Us
Harder
Better
Faster
Stronger
More Than
Hour
Our
Never
Ever
After
Work is
Over [x2]

Work It Harder Make It Better
Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger
More Than Ever Hour After
Our Work Is Never Over