Just the other day, I was scanning my wardrobe with my back towards Joshika and she asked me whether I am also Kylie Jenner now. In Joshika's lingo this means she has equated the size of my butt with the Kardashian sisters'.
I am back to the same weight as my 17year old self (which might be self-praise for most people but in my case, I was a fatso then). I don't mind exposing my weight but to keep things interesting, I will only reveal that I am now eligible to drive a Bullet.
Oh man, I forgot to update recently but I now own a sturdy and reliable (until it freezes up in the cold weather and refuses to start until I kick it a thousand times and sweet-talk it in an attempt to stop making it embarass me by making me kick start like a manly man in front of everybody) moped. Which is a REALLY big thing for me because I am terrified of driving two wheelers, including bicycles.
A lot of shit keeps changing. Did I ever mention how much I hate cats?
Well, it seems I love them now.
How in the world do such things even happen....
Anyway, this blog post is just a ping to let you all know that I am still writing!
I don't know how this happened but there has been a spike in the number of readers in recent times. Thanks all for joining my narcissitic webpage and for inflating my ego! However, I just wanted to drop a little observation and disclaimer.
I had been reading my older posts because a new reader asked me to recommend some of my "best" posts. I, personally, think most of them are bullshit and embarrassing because I am always getting older and eveything I did as a teen seem increasingly lamer with time.
However, I think my writing got slightly more refined between 2013 and 2014 so there you might find some things worth reading. However, after those years I became very much conscious that more people are reading this shit blog so I was a lot faker.
The pre-2013 posts are more of diary entries. I say A LOT of questionable stuff and I keep going back and forth on my opinions because, well, I was growing up and still regularly attending my highly conservative Catholic school which instilled in me whatever I later went on to rebel against. Moreover, you might cringe because I was highly influenced by gyaru culture and wanted to act kawaii all the time. Meaning, I presented myself to be an angelic baby (this blog used to go by cringiest names like ICE CREAM GIRL before I finally settled on "chong-a-block", which is derived from "choc-a-bloc"- the name of a type of ice cream. Thankfully I learnt the actual meaning of "chock-a-bloc", so I pretend that is the actual derivation to not look as dumb as I am) although I was illegally drinking like a maniac and being an absolute pain of a teen. Because of my old self I feel that, in the world of My Chemical Romance, "teenagers scare the living shit out of me".