Not everything has to make sense all the time, especially..
A couple of perplexing issues about some ladies that have always puzzled me. One of which is that, while no one can doubt their love for sky high heels, some ladies tend to overestimate their ability to bring out the best in their chosen heel height. I refer mainly to the select group that loves their platform heels. Sometimes, just sometimes, my heart cringed when I see one struggling with the ugly steps and making the shoes feel so chunky to wear. Oh and not to mention the anticipation that their next step might potentially result in some ankle breaking move that I won't want to go into details about. Evil, I know.
The second would be electing to wear a, non-work purpose, dress or skirt too short and then proceed pull at its hem, as if any more tugging will magically lengthen it to cover any extra modesty. If you want to flaunt it, then do so? Tugging and fidgeting will only draw negative attention I suppose? After all, it was your choice to wear that in the first place?
Actually, it is here then I realised that I've forgotten about not trying to understand the ladies and accept them for who they are. I guess sometimes it is hard to override my natural response to try make sense. Note to self. Haha...
A couple of dreams over the past two days. Two very different dreams but seemed to share a common theme.
First of which, there I was at a sixty storey high apartment block with old school corridors. I can't remember why exactly I'm there for, but I was travelling in a party of 4 including myself. So we were just making our way to random units all across the building in no particular. All the while we were using the stairs walking at our own pace, that is until the one of the man in the group suggested to use the elevator instead. We went into one and found ourselves in a very small space. It was further compounded by the fact that one of the man was weighing in at 130kg, I just know. So four of us, 3 men and a lady found the elevator to be a tight fit. And if things don't get any more interesting than this, it was only until the door closed on us inside that we discovered the weight limit was 125kg >
The second involved tigers wolves and a derelict complex. Again the people involved was a party, a bigger group than the previous day. The setting was somewhat The Walking Dead, but I don't watch that series. We found ourselves hopelessly outnumbered by the packs of animals present, and we were only armed with 2 crossbows and a few machetes. The animals looked ravenous yet they made no attempt to attack us, merely forcing us into the abandoned compound while they stayed out. Any hope of finding help and equipment was almost instantly crushed by the echo of our footsteps, and it proved to be so.
That took longer than expected. No thanks to being incredibly distracted by making booking for badminton courts through a rather stupid online portal? And by trolls on the edmw forum, roflmao.
Looked very wordy and I didn't bother proof-reading, whatever.
Entering the final two weeks, 15 days till 2013. And I have this song ringing in my ears all day long today.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me.
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
Summed a lot, a lot.
The second would be electing to wear a, non-work purpose, dress or skirt too short and then proceed pull at its hem, as if any more tugging will magically lengthen it to cover any extra modesty. If you want to flaunt it, then do so? Tugging and fidgeting will only draw negative attention I suppose? After all, it was your choice to wear that in the first place?
Actually, it is here then I realised that I've forgotten about not trying to understand the ladies and accept them for who they are. I guess sometimes it is hard to override my natural response to try make sense. Note to self. Haha...
A couple of dreams over the past two days. Two very different dreams but seemed to share a common theme.
First of which, there I was at a sixty storey high apartment block with old school corridors. I can't remember why exactly I'm there for, but I was travelling in a party of 4 including myself. So we were just making our way to random units all across the building in no particular. All the while we were using the stairs walking at our own pace, that is until the one of the man in the group suggested to use the elevator instead. We went into one and found ourselves in a very small space. It was further compounded by the fact that one of the man was weighing in at 130kg, I just know. So four of us, 3 men and a lady found the elevator to be a tight fit. And if things don't get any more interesting than this, it was only until the door closed on us inside that we discovered the weight limit was 125kg >
The second involved tigers wolves and a derelict complex. Again the people involved was a party, a bigger group than the previous day. The setting was somewhat The Walking Dead, but I don't watch that series. We found ourselves hopelessly outnumbered by the packs of animals present, and we were only armed with 2 crossbows and a few machetes. The animals looked ravenous yet they made no attempt to attack us, merely forcing us into the abandoned compound while they stayed out. Any hope of finding help and equipment was almost instantly crushed by the echo of our footsteps, and it proved to be so.
That took longer than expected. No thanks to being incredibly distracted by making booking for badminton courts through a rather stupid online portal? And by trolls on the edmw forum, roflmao.
Looked very wordy and I didn't bother proof-reading, whatever.
Entering the final two weeks, 15 days till 2013. And I have this song ringing in my ears all day long today.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me.
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
Summed a lot, a lot.
posted by Danny at 01:16
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