Blah. Whatever. Read it if you want to.

I guess most females have this love-n-hate relationship with their high heels. I own 2 pairs myself, one white, one black. Usually I’d stay away from them but I had to wear a pair of black covered shoes today, and the only thing I have under that category was that high heels, so I brought it along just for today.

Afterwhich I limped my way back home.

I hate that bloody pair of shoes.

Ok, so wearing high heels is somewhat an instant body shaper; It lifts our buttocks, makes us tuck in our tummies and make our legs look longer and more shapely. But with it the backaches and knee pains set in….urgh.I can’t even handle high heels, so stilletos (is this how you spell it anyway?) is definitely not a thing that I can master. The only few things that I can think good of a pair of stilletos are:

1) You can use it as a weapon and poke it in the eye of your enemy.

2) You can use it to kill wild animals if you get stranded on a deserted island.

If I ever get married I’ll wear sneakers, sandles or I’ll just go barefoot.

By the time I fell in it, I was already out of it. Does that make any sense? It does to me, even until now. .

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*KaZ rummages throught her crap-filled brain on the exact words to say.*

Ah, forget it. Nandemo ii yo. Life still has to go on doesn’t it?

Enough rubbish.

My computer is getting cranky. It seems to have developed a human streak and starts acting up when we use it for long hours. It goes on a strike and rests for a few days before working again. And when my computer’s up and working well, running smoothly and I thought everything’s cool, the internet is bound to have problems with issues like TROJANS and spyware…currently my computer is infected with this trojan.HTML.smitfraud. thing…and I can’t wait to get rid of it. See? The virgo perfectionist squeeky-clean image is starting to emerge. I can’t wait to swipe it clean. I hate it when these kind of things mess around with my computer. But then again, the hijackers and all those bastards love it when they irritate the hell out of innocent computer users like me. I hope the next time they launch such things the whole computer system dies on them and they all kenna electrocuted to death.

Sometimes I wonder. Is friendster just for plainly making friends? or connecting? or finding the so-called ‘better half’? (which I beg to differ. I don’t think so.)  On normal days I’d think it’s neat cause you get to click with your old mates and friends that you hardly contact. Sometimes I don’t like it cause you get to see the shallow sides of people. In the past I’d be "Do i even know you?" But soon I pretty much just added cause there’s no harm done anyway. There’d be people who made up stories like "Are you so and so from my primary school? Cause you look so much like her. Msg me back or something ok? XXX." If anyone’s wondering, I think-( I know) I have enough grey matter in my head to know that that was just a gimmick to know someone. I haven’t even seen that fella before. Ok, I’m no babe or sexy-licious or whatever you want to call those pretty ladies but average people like us get such messages too.

Now to me it’s like "ok, just add. If we click, we click. No questions asked. If we don’t, well, at least we know each other exist."

Why and how do you judge as to whether you want to add a friend or not?

Just looks? Or their insights on life? Or their character? Or just cause it makes your list look good? Or maybe they added you so you just add them in?

I’m no good myself. I add at times cause they look nice and I think that they’re pretty cool. Others that I’ve added but not talked to is because…I don’t know where to start. If I approved and talked to some, some just made me feel that they’re out for the same old thing. Oh yeah. I realize some people register for this friendster blog but they never use them. It sets me to ponder as to why the heck they signed up in the very first place.