to eat or not to eat.
I live in Asia and sometimes I get hungry, so learning to cook mean dishes is my goal but until that day comes, I shall go out to dine, enjoy good food and make myself hungry occasionally so that I look great. That sounds bimbo, eh? Because it's fake. I'm not what you think I am. Welcome to my anon blog.
P.S I can cook.
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"What a nice day for a murder. Serial killer..I think he's killing his time" ...I think the lyrics go like that. I can't remember verbatim. But this gets me really excited for the upcoming Dexter season 3. Just a few minutes ago, I got off chatting with a friend whom I haven't seen for the past year. I told her I'm definitely moving back a year or two from now and she immediately asked me to move to her country. It's such a stark contrast when compared to another friend's attitude towards foreigners applying for permanent residence. She's warm, inviting and most importantly, we still think fondly of each other. The other friend, however, has turned into an insensitive IT-girl wannabe who views foreigners as serious competition and wants nothing more than be the slimmest, prettiest one out of all our friends. Too bad it's not going to happen. Not now, not in a decade, not ever. She's a little above average on the looks department, certainly not beautiful, but with a dipping personality like that, it won't be long before she falls into the "dark side". hurhur. I'm still thinking whether I should move back there. People from that country are just generally worse than others, speaking from experience.
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Yes, "everybody feels the same."
At the bank this afternoon, the bank teller asked if my little sister and I are roommates. He looked genuinely surprised when she told him that I'm her older sister. It made me sad. When we were younger, my sister and I were often mistaken as twins. Our mom loved to dress us alike and we even had the same hairstyles back then. I think it was because of similar behavior and likings rather than looks. We mimicked each other, both in action and speech, yet the difference is so apparent now. Sometimes it's hard to ask ourselves what happened to the days when we were each others' only confidantes. It's neither good nor bad but I have to admit I miss those days. We lost two years of interaction and within that short while, we changed. I just hope we still feel the same. Never lose the trust. Never lose the love. Because we are bound by blood and love.
At the bank this afternoon, the bank teller asked if my little sister and I are roommates. He looked genuinely surprised when she told him that I'm her older sister. It made me sad. When we were younger, my sister and I were often mistaken as twins. Our mom loved to dress us alike and we even had the same hairstyles back then. I think it was because of similar behavior and likings rather than looks. We mimicked each other, both in action and speech, yet the difference is so apparent now. Sometimes it's hard to ask ourselves what happened to the days when we were each others' only confidantes. It's neither good nor bad but I have to admit I miss those days. We lost two years of interaction and within that short while, we changed. I just hope we still feel the same. Never lose the trust. Never lose the love. Because we are bound by blood and love.
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I really believe that Posterous is going to be big soon and the features added are already so convenient and satisfying now that it makes me sad to keep this as an anonymous account. Well, you can't have your cake and eat it. Privacy is a big deal when it comes to honesty. As long as someone knows my real identity out here, I won't be able to blog honestly about what's going on in my mind. There won't be entries on family scandals and clique dramas in my WP or Tumblr. It's just impossible without complete anonymity, which is why I'm grateful for my Posterous. I can blog my entry by email and not directly on the blogging platform so anyone stealing a peak at my laptop will think that I'm typing an email instead of blogging about him. Maybe there'll come a time when I get another account to mass-post to my other blogs.
Why the name "hungry"? I thought of using my name but it's common enough to have been taken by another user, so I had to think hard for a snappy, easy one. Thankfully Posterous has just started up, so simple, generic one word usernames are still available even till now. Having missed lunch, I was really hungry and that's the word that kept pounding in my head as I wrote down other possible usernames on sticky notes. Hungry, hungry, hungry. So hungry.posteous was born. I couldn't be happier with my choice and luck (it takes a bit of luck to get the usernames you want anywhere, yeah?). Although I'm not fat or starving myself, I'm almost constantly hungry for food and affection so this account is perfect. What's your story?
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Is it wrong that I really like Paris Hilton?
Sure, she is just one hot dumb blonde who's riding the coattail of her family's hotel empire. Supposedly. Her intellect may not be up to par with Hillary's but I secretly believe she's more than the bimbo celebrity heiress most adults make her to be. Besides, she really works to the bone to create her image and celebrity antics. It's always entertaining which is why she's always on the spotlight.
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