i am running out of titles

this sore throat of mine, excues whining, is getting very irritating and painful, and the strange concoction of stewed salted limes isn't making it any better, although nin jom pei pa kao did a minute ago. but, have to trust mummy, mummy knows best blah blah blah.

yes, as bridget said it does suck to be poor (yes, yes i know it is ironic with regards to my name, but if you'd even thought about that, then you belong to the common 99% of common and ordinary pagans who like to make this kind of jokes, ala 'oh, so is your brother named poor/ wealthy, to which i reply 'i don't have a brother, but i do have two sisters who are not named diamond and pearl, but joycelyn and esther'), but at least i'm far better off than most other people, who haven't even heard/ seen/ touched dolche and gabbanna. that said, having experienced the finer side of life with finer people does raise covetous feelings (ala zara shirt, and marche/ swenson lunches), but i guess it prepares you to enjoy all that you coveted once you've earned enough and join the finer side, i sound like the dick lee (who is so... gay) and denise keller (whose mouth, is, extravagantly big, i wonder how many sticks of lipstick she has to use) show. so i guess what's keeping me from wallowing in my above-the-poverty-line-but-not-quite-there-yet existence is that i try to look to whatever glorious future i think i might have, try to be realistic and content with what i think i can achieve, and take joy in my family, which isn't wealthy, but damn happy and close-knit and together and everything. yes the dad-son conflict does arise and gets annoying, but at least i dont (or don't have to) scream 'you don't understand me, i hate you' lines to them, and/ or go to a boy's home, etc. so the moral i have for myself is, be content and optimistic (which, as dezhi is going to contest, NOT the opposite of cynical/ sceptical, but rather just happy feeling not in a naive but realistic way [naive, by the way, is what i think the opposite of cynical is, in my books]), and look to the future, stop wallowing in the past where you only remeber the lousy things.

it is important for children to grow up accompanied, so please have multiple children or let mummy look after them along with brothers' or sisters' children. close siblings are very important. your son will also be less irritating, and not smear himself all over the couch irritatingly while whining.

i am very unsublte.

in other news, yes the throat is very, very bad, i think if i speak right now some little children are going to cry and run away (but too bad that damn boy isn't scared), but things will get better, i hope. gym today was rather productive, only i didnt do my obliques (which are coming along quite nicely :D but no previews) cos tuition was at five at hougang, had two cheeseburgers for lunch which totally wasted the workout and killed my throat further, but i felt an ethereal sense of well being and happiness and joy of munching into fats and cholestrol and carbo.

i would write a poem now, but it's too late, and i need to sh-t and bathe before i can go to sleep, and wake up late tommorrow to do STATS. WHICH I CAN TALK A HELL LOT ABOUT, AND YET WRITE NOTHING. seriously, stats and p&c should be tested orally, you know, so you can explain your logic to the examiner.

okay so there.

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