Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

*WARNING*
*PMSey rant ahead*

My brother is to blame for my lack of updates.
He's been shamelessly hogging the computer for his own selfish reasons.
His own stupidity led to the destruction of his laptop
( which is undergoing an expensive repair right now)
yet I have to suffer the consequences of him not having a laptop.
I am a reasonable person. I understand that he needs the computer to do his homework.
I have no qualms about sharing the computer even if it means cutting into my time as long as there's a legitimate reason.
But what I get fucking pissed about is when he uses 95% of his computer time playing games and when I announce to him that I'll be needing the computer in an hour ( One fucking hour should be more than enough as a buffer time), he'll mumble something incomprehensible, keep playing for the next 55 minutes, then finally spend the last 5 minutes starting on something he should have finished 6 hours ago.
When it's time for me to use the computer, he'll be fronting a facade of seriousness, pretending to be extremely busy with something supposedly extremely important and insisting for a time extension. Even if I accuse him of being inconsiderate and tell him to scram, he'll have the most irritating arrogant expression stuck on his shit face like an ugly stain I'd like to bleach of with extra concentrated chlorine water followed by a healthy dose of concentrated sulphuric acid.
Yes I'm fuming. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
I seriously loathe that arrogant, condescending and disrespectful look of his. The number of times he sports that look is directly proportional to the time spent studying in that elite school.
The longer he stays there, the bigger an arrogant shithead he becomes.
And it seriously doesn't help that I'm PMSing at optimum level, the time where the average irritation has a high tendency of evolving into full blown fury.

*official rant over*

The stupid thing is, when I'm angry, I start crying.
Really stupid I know. But I can't help it.
My system was not designed to be the scary loud type of angry.
Instead I'll remain quiet, ignore your presence and scheme up of evil things to do to you.
My imagination scares me sometimes. I read too many violent books.
Out by Natsuo Kirino and The Art of Murder by Jose Carlos Somoza are just a few examples.
But for the record, those are works of geniuses and make a highly stimulating and enlightening read. =)

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I hung out with my darling today.
After accompanying her to NUS to submit forms, we headed over to her place for lunch.
I swear she's one person who'll suffer from extreme depression once taxis cease to exist.
(Admit it Nat. Haha.)
We decided to cook our lunch and settled for the sinful pasta carbonara.
Obviously we did not make it from scratch-
I've tried it before but the end result was unsatisfactory-
and so we bought the ready made sauce.
We added bacon, sausages and mushrooms, a far cry from your Pasta Mania version of Carbonara.
It's our tastier, more sinful and more filling version of homemade pasta. =)
It was quite good in fact.
We spent the rest of the day...slacking.
Watched a movie called "Accepted".
A hilarious show about college rejects who form their own college.
It was rather...inspiring
(the whole education-is-to-inspire-and-bring-out-the-passion-and-creativity argument)
but at the same time one can't help but feel gloomy
by the painful realization that education here in Singapore
takes a more pragmatic and serious approach,
an approach which tends to stifle creativity and passion for learning and
instead ingrains in us from very young that those
letters (a.k.a. grades) = good job=good pay=good life.
Spent the rest of the day downloading music, talking, going around the nearby mall, eating prata and lamenting about our expanding cheeks at the same time.
Our laziness and piggy-ness put together is a force to reckon with.

That only leads to one conclusion: Valerie is officially a balyena. ( A blubberous whale)
*insert shrill cry of pained horror here*
I felt so guilty a while ago, I forced myself to go for a run/jog and felt a whole lot better showering off all that sweat. Haha.
I swear this time, upon my piggybank, that I'll pay attention to what I eat and only indulge occasionally. I shall not stuff my mouth with every sweet/creamy/delicious food I set my taste buds on. My gastronomical cravings will be curbed and disciplined.
=)
Pray for me.
Haha.


I'll continue my verbose prose later.
Good night.