Thursday, February 09, 2006

inside the evil mind of a dirty dirty girl all covered up in cow dung

It all started... as an inside joke...

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Ms Jing! Please use words such as excretion or else refuse or else dung rather than... shit. I am absolutely appalled!

Irk is such a nice, expressive word. Saying you irk me has a much better effect than saying you annoy me. Irk gives the statement that special British-snooty-flared-nose umph! that is required when trying to bring the message across. You irk me like the sight of cow dung melting on top of my favourite boots.

When will I ever learn that love can't be brought out of pity. I am such a fool. I am the black and white joker inside your set of playing cards.

The perfect night. The breeze, my favourite udon, and you online.

Boys make girls cry and girls make girls cry. No way to stop the hurting, like you can't stop cows pooping.

MDA interview lasted an hour long and made me realize that the PWC one is gonna be even scarier. Better brush up on my Audit knowledge and learn more intelligent-sounding vocabulary. Note to self: no 'like's or 'erm's or fake laughs! Confidence! Think King Kong, who I'm sure shall not be disheartened even if cow dung fell onto his head.

I have been told that more people than I know of read my blog and it's rather strange to think that every word I have typed here may have been judged at some point. Well, I don't mind more peeps reading. Cos what's the use of writing if nobody sees it? (Of course exception is one's deepest darkest secret writings where one would unleash the inner self and reveal stuff like how one enjoy the squishiness of cow dung... or something.)

Disclaimer: In case cow activists get offended that I mentioned cow dung so much, I have nothing against cows. I like cows, medium rare.