Home Alone

Yeah~!!! I am the boss of my house!! No one is bugging me to bed, no one to disturb me when I am drilled to my work; sadly no one’s listening when I feel like talking and no one cooks when I am hungry.

I am at home, all alone.

My family left their little girl here, and flew away happily to Korea for some smacking good time. I’m wondering, is there really much more freedom without my parents buzzing by my ears?? Not actually.

I watched the President’s Star Charity last Sunday, alone on the sofa and running a temperature. Just like other charity shows, they will feature some really old, pathetic patients suffering with chronic illnesses and some really young kids crying, to keep the calls coming in. But, I don’t feel sorry, nor do I sympathize with them. That’s because I think I was at a much worst situation then them.

At least, when they fall sick, they had their family members or nurses attending to them. For my case, I was burning hot but I still have to get ice water, towel, blanket, thermometer, medicine and every other thing myself.
They had people calling in and donating money, while nobody was even bothered if I die. I told you?? I was in a much worst scenario then them. Thus, it makes no sense for me to show empathy when I feel that way.

On Monday, my fever hit a new record of 38.8 deg C at night but I still went to school earlier. Reason being, there was nobody at home and I see no point in staying at home. I was semi-conscious during lectures and was at the verge of fainting while on my way home. It was really a miracle that I could still walk straight (not very straight), took a shower, bought my dinner and bring in some clothes.
Now, I really admire myself….

There are pros and cons of not having my parents taking care of me. When they are at home, I took advantage of them and I wouldn't even bother to get up from the bed when I feel unwell. But being alone, I have to get things done no matter what and I find myself able to accomplish missions that seemed impossible for a sick person.

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I became Best Friends with my Love Rival!!!

I was browsing through the magazine and came across this really catchy title.
Best Friends with my Love Rival?!?!

Alright, if you think I am going to gossip, it is not!! It is an armchair anthropology!!!

What will you do if you found out that your boyfriend is cheating on you?? Cut his tie, kiss his ass, or leave a fish in his car?? Or would you confront the girl and give her one tight slap across her flourish pink cheeks??

Anyway, guys that are unfaithful are not worth the pain. There are smart woman plotting against lousy guys – by befriending their other girlfriends.

Well, in that article, it states that there was this lady who found out that her boyfriend has another girlfriend. Instead of making a fuse in public, she befriended her, and found out that she was ignorant that he had another girlfriend. Thus, they decided to exposed him in public and make all girls look down on him.

And, I think his reason for having multiple girlfriends was absurd – to have a wider variety. How greedy!!!
I mean, every girl is like a different car. In the same way you can’t fit a Mercedes headlight into a Cefiro, you can’t pick and choose the best bit out of every relationship and hope it fits and flourish.

But, being men, it is like a popularity game. Having more girlfriends boost his ego and make his dick feels larger. Ok, at least that is how I feel….

If it ever occurs to me that my boyfriend two-timed me, I will make sure he dies nicely. =)