Caught this at my cousins’ place last weekend. I have fallen for the tune since. Further digging tells me the lyrics are perfect for use as an anthem for my one woman association - TCFA. The Closet Feminist Association, LOL.
You shout it loud, but I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud, not saying much
I’m criticized, but all your bullets ricochet
you shoot me down, but I get up
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
fire away, fire away
ricochet, you take your aim
fire away, fire away
you shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
you shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
Cut me down, but it’s you who’ll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I’m talking loud, not saying much
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose
fire away, fire away
ricochet, you take your aim
fire away, fire away
you shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
you shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Stone hard, machine gun
Fired at the ones who run
Stone hard, as bulletproof glass
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down, but I won’t fall
I am titanium
I am titanium
I am titanium
Titanium - David Guetta ft Sia
Damn you David Guetta.
I am posting a picture of what I had for lunch today because it was the only thing that made me happy today, so far. It’s salad from my most favourite salad place because they serve a good portion of meat with it. I’m not opposed to greens, but their not my fav type of food. Meats are, cos they are delicious, and it makes me finish my greens, to get to them.
I’m not on a diet. Diets don’t work.
Anyway, last night, I probably over reacted. Maybe. I don’t know. It sure wasn’t fun waiting all day for a phonecall and when I finally do make it, instead of receiving it, I find out that activities are in full swing, without me.
Then there’s an attempt to cheer me up, FRIENDS IN TOW. It’s funny how some people don’t make an attempt to get along with my friends but expect me to put up with theirs. Of course I don’t like to share attention, so of course I was throwing some kind of bitchfit, but apparently I’m soooo good at face saving techniques the message didn’t get across.
I left, AND THE FUN CONTINUED.
WITHOUT ME.
Fuck my life, really. There was an apology that I had to spend my time with machines, but just like that, there was no chase, no significant effort whatsoever, to keep me away from my machines. I was left to take the freakin’ bus back. WTF, srsly.
I already hate women. So that rules out being friends with them. But because we probably live in stone age, just that we don’t know it, I can’t have male friends either, because apparently men and women cannot just be friends. Except for maybe my cousin’s fiance maybe. GAH.
So frustrating, isn’t it? I don’t get a car to go out at any time of the night, to hang with my friends. Hell, I’m a woman, I shouldn’t be hanging out late nights with friends. I shouldn’t even be talking damnit. Shut up, be a woman! Yeah well whatever. I’ll find happiness watching my damn TV series then. But no, because at the drop of a hat, people want my attention. Talk over the phone. Well I can’t multi-task then can I? So what do I do? Settle for being at someone’s emotional beck and call?
Wow. Getting into hysterics here. Don’t mind me.
Hope you enjoy the picture of my salad. I enjoyed eating it.
Bye.
Caught myself at UniSIM’s website, looking at the course description and details for a BA in Sociology with Psychology. It could be fun. It could be hell. I know I’m supposed to run this by my significant other but I’m not gonna worry too much about it cos I know I’ll really apply.
I hate school that much. As useful as a degree would be, it’s not necessary. I’m not going to be single forever and someone’s gg to take care of me. See? Future, settled.
Now if only I can get it right, the part where I’m supposed to act ‘like a woman’, whatever that means. Last night for example, I was being all cranky and bitchy, which I thought was a womanly trait but apparently not, cos I got snapped at and was told to shut up and be a woman.
Not sure if that’s one or two things. Shut up = woman? Anyway it was quite a chauvinistic remark and as much as I should let it slide, I’m sorry, I can’t just be at peace with it.
Until I pen it. I think.
I’m gonna be a writer someday, I just know it.
I feel, since I have had to put up with so much negativity in 2011, it is now my turn to spread some in 2012. Of course I won’t do it on purpose, nobody likes to be a wet blanket, but seeing that some still are, I shouldn’t feel so guilty about being one.
My cab ride to work was shitty this morning. DOWNRIGHT SHITTY. Cab driver couldn’t even get out of my carpark, his driving was terrible, it was all jerky with bad lane changing techniques which woke me from my sleep and the worst part, some IDIOT LADY DRIVER filtered without checking, and I had to stop myself from being thrown forward because the cabbie e-braked.
I need to learn to take the bus and train or something.
FUCK THAT SHIT.
On not much happier news, my brother’s wedding this weekend. Not looking forward, and hoping to turn in to a rabbit or cat or even a panda before that. I don’t want to be near weddings. They have scarred me for life, thanks to the turn of events in 2011.
Weddings are about marriages. A concept tainted by idiots because they’ve mixed it with culture. Srsly, fuck all that shit, all I wanted was some freedom. Should have just gathered some guts, saved some money and move the fuck out of my room when I turned 21 man.
I am seriously pissed with the world.
And I’m not going to stop being pissed. Just watch me.
So much for not wanting to attend weddings again, ever. Hani just sent an invite for 28 Jan. I can’t skip it, that would be mean. That’s who I am isn’t it, afraid to offend?
I’ll go. With Chuckles and Sri or something. I’ll go alone. Yup, this year’s wedding will be attended by me without other half. Let me tell you why, because I think maybe, my other half doesn’t like weddings. No? Well maybe his way of appreciating a wedding is not the same as mine.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just drained by all the negativity. And there’s just no room for me to wallow in self pity abt whatever happened to my wedding eh?
Next time I shan’t bother putting on nice clothes, blowdrying my hair, slap on make up etc. Date nights are best impromptu when I wear the stupidest things. Fun comes when I’m sloppy. And who am I kidding with the straight hair?
Fuck the world. I’m staying in, with my computer.
Last night. Dinner at my favourite place, in where I’d like to think is Tiong Bahru. But it’s not. Because honestly, I don’t know what that area is called. I know where it is, I’m just not sure exactly. Or maybe I don’t want to tell you. Yes, that’s probably it.
Last night. In search of Toffee Nut Frappe, which I insisted was a reincarnation of Chendol Mr Softee. We ended up driving and driving and driving, because this country is a mess of roads and we are in a car. It doesn’t make sense, well, neither did getting stuck at a multi-storey carpark because there was a jam to exit is.
Last night. My parents returned from Bali. I was supposed to shower, but I didn’t, because I didn’t want to get out of my room and risk bumping into them, and having to make small talk, which really, is not something I am in the mood for.
About 3 days to the big party. I just want to get it over and done with.
