under these abundant skies

Hypocrisy goes hand in hand with contradictions. It's a human failing and try as we might, sometimes we just truly can't help it. But I'm sure there's got to be a way with which we can fight it. Or is it not meant to be fought in the first place?

Hello I am a journalist and so are you. We're working in the same line and we're talking to the same people. Is it not polite, at the very least, to smile and say hello and not talk down at me (just because you're a couple of inches taller) and look at me as if I'm nothing more than this uninteresting roach that's been dead for hours. So we're competitors but hey it doesn't mean that we can't be civil to each other. Honestly, I think right now I don't care much for national reporters. They can flaunt their pretty SPH namecards in my face for all they want and I won't be giving a shit. In a couple of months from now I won't be in that vein of work anymore. On to lusher fields I say!

A friend was telling me about how women are jealous and sometimes they try to find a significant other who is a little 'below' them just to make themselves feel better. See, in my past, some of my significant others were far far above than I was. Ok, maybe just one of them was. The bass player was the most intelligent smart aleck I've ever met. To date, I still think he's harbouring an atomic bomb or something similar in his house. Why we didn't work out? Well... let's just say conflicting interests and I get bored pretty easily. Of people and of a lot of things.

Right now I'm just obsessed with finding a rich, powerful corporate bastard who looks just like that geek with the tinted glasses on Beauty and the Geek. Last night catching him on TVMobile and I swear that my heart literally stopped. Chiselled looks, that slight sheepishness and uncertainty and the body. HELLO MOTHER! See, the thing right now is that we cannot be fooled into committment because of love. And why not you ask? Because love doesn't truly exist and if it did, it comes in the form of chocolate, Krispy Kreme and cute-ass cupcakes.

I consider marriage and committment like a business partnership. You get together because you both complement each other, able to provide what the other lacks and balance out the ying and yang. So for example he's a heartless bastard then in contrast I'll be the nice accomodating soul who reminds him from time to time that being human is actually a good thing. And well if the sex is good, all the more better. Sex is important, guys can't deny it and neither can you girls. Good sex is even better. So help me find a rich, powerful, alphamale corporate bastard who's damn fucking good in bed. Oh yes, he has to look decent at the very least because I'll be damned if I have to spend together-forever with someone who looks like Homer Simpson or Quagmire.

If I told my mother this she'd have fits.

After a nice packet of iced coffee (whereby the people who served me are truly a bunch of money-hungry dickheads charging me an extra ten cents JUST because it was packeted and not in the usual cup, bloody motherfuckers) and a smoke, I'm ready to tackle the damned Oakley article. I will devote the whole of today to it. By hook or by crook I WILL FINISH IT! That includes the athlete profiling as well. Rod Monteiro really is cute, it's just a damn pity he's married. Oh, his wife is hot and hence I stand no chance.

Oh and to close this. Did one of those online quizzes (which are really nothing more than a bunch of trash but hey I was bored and had too much time) and it said that I was not a hot chick! Not at all. Sad sia. I'm more tomboyish but apparently I ooze out a lot of sex appeal. Right.

My playing field is dead I tell you. And oh, the editor just walked in. Today I shall shop at Vivo because the GSS has begun and daddy gave me money to spend. :D

And one final edit, the guy who took the shots for the Rip Curl BVB should not be hired at all. For all your fancy lens and gadgets, I take better shots than you do.