Tuesday 27 May 2014

Rant 1196 / Il Dolce Far Niente

22 May 2014

The more I think about it, the easier it is for me to just play around. The temptation is there and the theory looks plausible. I have minimal online presence and I am always vague about what I do. Everyone I know is aware that I talk to a lot of people.

Multiple girlfriends? Looks easy.

No, I won't do it when things get serious, but that's what I said about fooling around a few days ago, yet here I am thinking about it.

Maybe I'll consider this sort of thing if I break up with the first one.




















Today I finally went ahead and told a girl off (gently) for this weird attitude she's been giving me. She was one of my failures, the one that ended when she told me I was too young for her.

Yet for some reason, after our conversation died, she tried to resurrect the chat twice.

We don't click.

Yet even though she seems to be trying to talk to me, her replies tend to be short and cold. In other words, I have no idea what she's doing. If it was not fun to talk to me, why bother coming back? If our conversations were enjoyable, why did she keep replying with just "Yup," or "Nope,"?

Stop wasting my time! I have more interested girls to fret over!

And studies.

So this morning, in reply to the last "Nope" she sent last night, I said that I had no idea why she even tried to talk to me when her numerous single-syllable replies implied boredom.

Enough is enough; stop dragging this. Even though she had friendzoned me, she's got to show more interest for us to be friends at all! Otherwise, we're just acquaintances.






















24 May 2014

All of a sudden she had plenty to say, sending me practically a wall of text to explain, ending with a "you're too sensitive" remark.

Used to be that I'd believe that, but the last time someone said I was too sensitive, I had accused her of trying to promote some product and she turned out to be involved in some MLM nonsense.

In any case, I've got nothing better to do now. Just going to treat her like a guy.






















I know I'm not smart but that is no reason for me not to act as if I know what I'm doing.





















Apparently I display some signs of narcissistic personality disorder. However, after reading up on it more, it's probably just a false alarm. Lack of empathy? What?

But I'm probably more narcissistic than most regardless. Just look at the number of "I" that I use in this blog. I just can't help it!





















26 May 2014

So I have a week to decide if I want to take up probably the most suitable job in the company - the IT management job.

It's crazy since I don't actually know much about the IT; the closest thing was the semester of C I took years ago in NTU. However, there really aren't that many low-level jobs available and I really want to take that first step, so the only option here is to learn it immediately.

I mean, compared to the other job they have, which is to find someone I can really trust who can do sales and travels often enough to certain countries, learning IT stuff is ridiculously easy.
























Did something really rash today.



But it's so cool!

100% wool coat from Maison Martin Margiela. Hopefully it lasts because I don't foresee myself wearing it often in the near future. Maybe just wear it to Seoul.

Not exactly a blazer but neither is it an overcoat, so I'll just treat it as a winter jacket.























27th May 2014

After days of trying to avoid the truth, I finally mustered the courage to step onto the weighing scale...

87.5kg?!?!?! My best guess is that I lost fats and gained muscle mass during my reservist training, then lost muscle mass since then.

But probably leg muscles mostly since I haven't been training them. Instead, I've been training my arms since they improved the most after the field camp. Now I can almost do a chinup, and the only issue is the first half where I go from straightened arms to 90 degrees.

And when I do pushups, I have so my loose skin on my abdomen that it's gross. Seriously, it looks like I have a huge pair of testicles instead of a belly when I'm almost touching the floor.



















My bro and his wife invited me to dinner on an unconfirmed date with her close friends. Looks like someone wants to play matchmaker. Didn't reject it but can't confirm until I know the date. There are other things going on in my life after all.

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