Having

flashbacks ): Damn you memory.

Tonight I walked

alone for a short while, to try and get my act together. With you, it was looking out for shooting stars, one of which granted my quick but heartfelt wish. Tonight, there are no stars. And there never will be again.

The more eventful

my life is, the less I want to update. So I’m sorry, dear landmass of the Internets, but my public life has been pretty boring lately.

Until of course recently The Boyfriend is no more. I’m going to keep the whole thing an intriguing mystery, but let it be known that there are absolutely no personal hard feelings involved, and I still love my bunnies as much as ever.

Now I’m going to go sulk and… do my homework. I can’t bloody believe I’m still in high school when everyone else is off to university doing their thing. I still worry about whether or not I’ve done my essay planning and my Economics homework, when I should be yelling communistic slogans on the streets or smoking weed or having exploratory and reckless sex or something. But no, I have to learn about trigonometric identities which, I hereby swear upon my life, I would never actually utilise ever again in my entire life.

Unless of course my son or daughter wants me to teach them about trigonometry, in which case I will just pretend I have no idea what that excruciatingly long word means, and tell him/her that high school is a waste of time and it really, really doesn’t matter if they fail maths.

My children will be the happiest children in the universe.

We were

on our way to the library, because he had to teach me how to do maths (since I’m a noob) and I had to borrow some books (because I’m a nerd), and we passed by this poster raising awareness on sports or something, with famous HK sportsmen on it. Thus the following exchange:

Boyfriend: When you’re really good at something, there must be a downside to it.
Lydia: How so?
Boyfriend: Look at those athletes. They may be really good at sports, but they may also be retards. Look at me, I’m a gamer, that’s why I’m so obese.
Lydia: I’m a communist, what does that make me?
Boyfriend: … Poor?

P.S. Athletes, please do not take offense. He’s probably jealous you have a much sexier body than he does.

“I need to

take a clear picture of the insides of it…

… like a dirty porno.”

Boyfriend: (peering into port of laptop) What does it say… I’m looking into the port to see what goes in it…
Lydia: Normal people don’t look into ports.
Boyfriend: (rage) Well I’m wondering what goes in there, and it’s definitely not my **** (I did asterisks after considering the composition of my colossal fan base (:< ) .

Geeks and their/ our vulgarities.