The dangers of sitting in a cafe

Okay, seriously. This is weird.
A guy in his twenties or even older (he's definitely graduated university/college) was just talking to a thirteen-year-old girl about relationships. About how thirteen-year-old girls are attracted to feminine-looking guys, like Justin Beiber.

Seriously, I just wrote something in my blog that I'd vowed I would never do.

Damn.

Creepy people

People, listen up, people!

You may not be familiar with this, but just so you know, it is extremely RUDE to stare at someone's computer screen without permission.

I confess...

I don’t know why but I’ve always liked rain. Storms. Thunder. Lightning.

Give me all and I’m a happy girl.

In the movies, you have scenes where the protagonist – who likely has just broken up with her boyfriend or found out her boyfriend has a rare and deadly form of cancer/parasite/disease – sits, hugging her legs to her chest, on a window seat, gazing soulfully – why must it always be soulfully? – out the window, where rain droplets streak the glass.

You see, my dirty little secret is that I want to be that girl – well, I actually don’t mind not having a boyfriend but I DO want to be that girl, sitting on her window seat (which I’ve never had) just staring out at the thunderstorm.

You know what? I think I envy her because of her loads of free time. I mean, if you’re in university, do you really have time to do nothing but stare out a window, no matter how beautifully rain-washed?

This weekend

Oh, yourepeat.com how I love thee.

This entire weekend, I was listening to Faded by Soul Decision, over and over and over again.

Oh, and also, of course, marathoning How I Met Your Mother.

Of course.

You know what else is tacky?

Here is a list of all...okay, some things I consider tacky. (Yes, I know, you didn't ask but I thought I should share them with you anyways.)

1. Asking people you've just met or hardly know personal questions. When did you lose your virginity? How often do you have sex? Or how often do you not have sex?

2. Asking people what mark they got on the recently returned test/assignment/exam/etc. Seriously? Why do you even need to know in the first place? Does it prolong your life or something?

3. Asking to use someone else's personal computer. Unless in emergencies, it's practically asking to wear their underwear. Used.

By the way, I'm sure by now, you've realized I've redefined tacky as annoying.

Yeah, I just felt like ranting.

First days of school

I used to be one of those kids that cared so much about the first day of school.

Now, this morning, I opened my closet and just grabbed the first things I saw: a pair of brown capris and a stretchy T-shirt.

Years ago, I used to obsessively plan my first week wardrobe. I'd call friends and our conversations would last hours (of course, in the interest of full disclosure, we didn't just talk about clothes). I'd have the clothes laid out the night before school, and wake up a bit earlier (looking back, I'm annoyed at myself for sacrificing precious hours of sleep) just so my twenty-minute walk to school can ruin whatever "perfect image" I'd crafted.

Now, I don't even bother with earrings, let alone lip gloss, painstakingly combed hair with the part perfectly in the centre.

I can't exactly pinpoint the year this changed, but I suppose, as I got older, I just stopped caring about certain things. Or maybe I just never cared about them in the first place, bowing to the inevitable, insidious peer pressure.

Oh well, let's all have a moment of silence for my "lost" childhood.

You know...

As I as saying, you know, I think the reason people share so much about themselves online is that (a) what are the chances that someone you know is reading this, anyway? and (b) what else is there to talk about, seriously?

Now, let's address these two points.

(a) Unless you tell someone you know in real life your online name, there is perhaps a one in a trillion trillion trillion cubed chance that they'll figure it out on their own. The world is huge, people, the world is huge. While this certainly makes Criminal-Minds-watching me feel much, much better, you also have to face the fact that you audience? Is probably an audience of one.

(b) I find myself struck by a case of writer's block these days. I can write about the weather - fine, beautiful. I can write about the news - terrible fighting, economic meltdown, political spats. I can write about my pet - adorable, overweight, utterly spoiled. You see my point? The only thing we know best is ourselves - although, grant you, sometimes that isn't true (I mean, say you're insane - do you really know yourself then?) BUT at the very least, our knowledge of ourself is quite quite vast. About what can you write pages and pages? I mean, secrets should take at least two-third of the thing, and the rest maybe a mix of resentments, guilt, and what am I forgetting? Oh yes, those elusive moments of joy.

So go ahead, think about yourself. What exactly would you write down?

Oh, yes, all this has distracted me from my original point. Which is: While it may be tempting to overcome writer's block by using yourself as the subject, please keep in mind that oversharing is tacky.

(Just like numbers after usernames.)