profile

hi. im known as angela. sometimes they call me nurse/ missy/ betty, depending on their moods. qop-ian since birth. LOM-er since 12. and as much as i bitch/complain/roll my eyes real hard, i generally love the people/ the friends/ the life i have right now. oh yeah, im only 21 though i was told i looked a tad more mature.


archives

May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
January 2009
May 2009
June 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010



credits
Friday, June 13, 2008 @ 6:23 PM
SEX in the freakin city

went for dinner at pet's place ( i feel like im visiting my second house.) had a great meal though its the normal fare that i would usually eat. home cooked food is definitely different. and the apple pie - yum yum!!

so we watched sex and the city. its a nice chick flick and i was actually watching the clothes a wee bit more than i was watching the show but hey, its a good show. but to a certain extent, because i missed the series and do not understand the complexity of carrie's relationship with Mr Big (why is he called Mr Big?? is it because ITS big? or his ego is big? what??) but somehow i find their relationship kinda superficial. if you love me you must love my bags/shoes/clothes/credit card debts etc. i believe that the love for her branded goods is on par with her love for Mr Big.

but anyways, this show definitely brought out the many different aspects of relationships. of cheating and infertility and the fear of commitment. gone are the good old days where courtship and dating and marriage was simple and innocent. heck, i think our parents didn't even hold hand till after two years of dating or something.

i guess as someone standing at the sidelines watching people fall in love instead of doing the deed myself, i cannot grasp the concept of love itself. something i yearn for but yet i'm afraid of. i won't know if he's Mr Right( or in SATC case, Mr Big.) when the time comes i seriously hope i know it coz i don't wanna be smack with a bouquet of flowers (or in the girl's case, his shoes or belt.) or drive in the wrong direction on a one way street.

anyhow....

both my siblings are going for a camp (again? yes, again.) i guess my church's electricity bill should be forked out by my sibling. three camps in two weeks. but i have the WHOLE BEDROOM to myself. the tv to myself. even the toilet to myself (jie are you done? i want to brush my teeth/wash my leg/pee etc.) i can bathe for two hours and noone will give a shit. sometimes we need a little break from our siblings. it's good for health. all those squabbles can be detrimental to my health.

party soon!!! time to get things prepared.

be thine.
be mine.
be ours.