Saturday, July 10, 2010
Bleed.
Never really know what to talk' about.
Didn't want to leave it empty here, though.
Everything's random.
Been catching football ever since WC.
Late nights, exhausted morning, lazy noons. Been betting a little too much too.
So yeah, I'm probably looking for the next summer vacation.
Somehow I need a long break even though I've done first week of school in the new semester.
I need some soul-searching.
I'm 19, technically. I know what it is wrong and right by now.
And apparently an article regarding intercourses made my mother felt curious about me.
Apparently, SEX is not only love, SEX is like a another physical workout WITH LOVE. All I know is SEX can also shed fats.
But anyway, I'm quite amaze for what my mom ask.
Will I feel a urge to have SEX, will I feel a urge for someone touching me. Unlikely no one would believe me if I said no.
But till then, I only feels that when I belongs to someone.
What I told mom, during high school I felt all the curiosity.
That I remember so much, innocently watching that at the back in the class with my girlfriend. Well, its then my malay guyfriend who had it in his mob. From then, I know how SEX's works.
Because I'm a nerd till then.
I'm even more amaze for what my mom said.
"Don't be rush for that, find the right guy. You may not give your virginity till you're married. Since you'll find your right guy, there will always a right time to give your virginity to him."
Well I've been always a good girl, I don't disobey like what parenthood's showing. 15 and virginity gone, slam door and runaway. I'm not like that. I didn't even have the dare nor urge to report, mom I've a boyfriend when I was second year in high school. and mom I gave my first kiss away in third year high school.
Third guy in my life, I'd certainly cherish you for your the one.
I don't want people see I'm desperate, I just want the right one to come and never get hurt that badly again...
Bleed.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Never really know what to talk' about.
Didn't want to leave it empty here, though.
Everything's random.
Been catching football ever since WC.
Late nights, exhausted morning, lazy noons. Been betting a little too much too.
So yeah, I'm probably looking for the next summer vacation.
Somehow I need a long break even though I've done first week of school in the new semester.
I need some soul-searching.
I'm 19, technically. I know what it is wrong and right by now.
And apparently an article regarding intercourses made my mother felt curious about me.
Apparently, SEX is not only love, SEX is like a another physical workout WITH LOVE. All I know is SEX can also shed fats.
But anyway, I'm quite amaze for what my mom ask.
Will I feel a urge to have SEX, will I feel a urge for someone touching me. Unlikely no one would believe me if I said no.
But till then, I only feels that when I belongs to someone.
What I told mom, during high school I felt all the curiosity.
That I remember so much, innocently watching that at the back in the class with my girlfriend. Well, its then my malay guyfriend who had it in his mob. From then, I know how SEX's works.
Because I'm a nerd till then.
I'm even more amaze for what my mom said.
"Don't be rush for that, find the right guy. You may not give your virginity till you're married. Since you'll find your right guy, there will always a right time to give your virginity to him."
Well I've been always a good girl, I don't disobey like what parenthood's showing. 15 and virginity gone, slam door and runaway. I'm not like that. I didn't even have the dare nor urge to report, mom I've a boyfriend when I was second year in high school. and mom I gave my first kiss away in third year high school.
Third guy in my life, I'd certainly cherish you for your the one.
I don't want people see I'm desperate, I just want the right one to come and never get hurt that badly again...
About the blog
This blog is, in essence, an outlet for me to vent and has been for many
years. It is filled to the brim with daily observations possessing little - if
any - substance or value, alongside a mass of photos (the majority of which are
of myself. But why bother suppressing your vanity, right?).
I took on to the blogging scene many moons ago when I used to 'typE lykk diiSh'
and when Britney Spears was still hot and weighed 20kgs less. So to say that a
lot has changed thence would be beyond an understatement.
Given the numerous instances when I wanted to shut this blog down (due to
schooling and general disinterest), this site is still going strong after
several name changes and countless redesigns. Gotta pat myself on the back for
that.
I can only hope that you like what I do. :)
Whose blog?
Welcome to the life of a first-year of a offically adult living off the sale rack, fast food and reality
television. My name is Joey (Alista), but to be politically correct, it is only a nickname. From Google results,
I am apparently a footballer, someone's man defender, and variant of greek. Pretty neat. I find overalls
to be rather peculiar, along with the male species. Partially a student tryin' to kick off some time to do a little
daily-lifestyle of what any other youth does. Nearly to be a makeup-artist, but sitting behind computer feels more secured.
