I know what you guys are thinking... One minute Carrie seems to die. The next minute she's feeling alone. GAH. I am not feeling alone. It is not reflective of my mood. Today's entry is about a case study so SHUSH! Haha. Here we go...

Guess what I did this morning?

Aww. Nothing much, just did some blog hunting, with no particular blog to find in mind. Usually I have a target, like a name and I'll go find a blog with a person with that name, it can be anyone- someone I know, someone I don't know - as long the owner shares the name that I'm interested in for the day. But today I was just typing in schools and clicking on blog links and reading them. I discovered something. Blogs are interesting things, they are journals that record a person's thoughts and feelings. The whole idea of a blog is to be painfully truthful and to be as public as possible. But alot of these journals, because of the constant glare of public attention, close their doors to the surfers of the world wide web, and it becomes a locked online diary, known only to a select few.

Interesting. Totally. It's like they get flamed and it's too much for them to take, they lock up. They don't want to be in the heat of the fire. They don't want to stand there and challenge the burning flames because they feel that it's a pointless and hopeless battle. And to a certain extent it is true... Just too bad for the avid readers, and the fans. :)

I don't have the faintest idea what the heck I'm rambling on about. Just some wandering thoughts drifting around. I'm like in one of those rare thinking moods. I hate to think much. I'm just like one of those pathetic bimbos except that I don't really have the looks. Oh and one thing to clear (in case some flamers should appear from no where!), I shall digress a bit now, I am not modest in anyway when I say I don't really have the looks. I'm just being painfully truthful and frank. It doesn't mean I'm a hypocrite. Yeah. I'm quite a narcissist but it doesn't imply that I find myself beautiful beyond beautiful. I just like myself. Alot. Haha. And I wouldn't call myself a chio bu, I'd just say I'm different and I'm special (just like everyone else). Whether you believe it or not, thats how I really feel.

That reminds me of the plain, very pointless (tease) argument I had with Wei Sheng yesterday while he sent me back to the Pasir Ris MRT station from his Class Chalet at Costa Sands. (I am SO digressing again, but what the heck.) We saw this couple (oh gawd don't punish me for my bitchiness by blogging it) and the guy was freaking ugly while the girl was a 100% chio bu. And Wei Sheng was saying it's the perfect example of his "ugly boyfriend-pretty girlfriend mismatched couple" theory. And I kinda agreed. Haha. Then I went to say (because I was trying to make him feel good about himself) that he was shuai (and I really think he is too!). But Wei Sheng refused to accept the fact and maybe he was acting modest but he insisted he was ugly. Aiyo!!!

Even though I don't think I'm chio... I don't think I'm ugly. :) This is what I call a crazy "OLD GRANDPARENT COUPLE QUARREL".Yeah. I like those. Haha. Totally fun. Anyway it went on for awhile with no one winning in the end. Gah. So do you guys agree that ugly guys always snag those oh-so-cute girls? Then how about in my case? I think we look pretty good together! Haha. So how does the theory explain that? Because we're special ah?! Hehehe. Nevermind... ... Shall go back to the topic.

As I was saying (what was I saying anyway)... ... Oh right, I was aimlessly blog hopping and I kinda came across Kim Wakerman's blog (Yeah lah, that very cute big eyed Kids Central kid lah). And I didn't really like Kim Wakerman in the first place, I always thought she was always like so... Overly hyper. :S Heheh. I didn't really hate her or anything, just felt that she was another one of those spotlight loving KC girls (I haven't had a good impression of KC girls you see).

Anyway, it seems like her life is pretty lonely. She is SO surrounded by anyone and practically everyone, and yet she seems to speak as if she's all alone. I guess that sometimes, fame is something that gets you company but it doesn't give you the security of a true friendship. Strangely, unlike the unfeeling, cold and evil bimbo that I am, I actually feel sympathy for her. Or was it emphathy? Whatever it was, I felt really sad. :( Sad for her. It's like why do people have to be jealous of her and stab her left, right and centre? Oh well. Lesson to be learnt. Fame comes with HUGE price tags. So we'll all bear that in mind before we go chasing that Mediacorp dream ah... :) And remember you heard it from Auntie Carrie (who probably will one day write in those AUNT AGONY columns).

Lalala. I shall not go blahing on and on with my brainless banter. I'll be going down to Jurong library later on to borrow some books to fill up my leaking brain. Seems like alot of stuff has been pouring out, I desperately need a refill. I wonder if my dearie will be interested in going down too?! Haha. Bet he's still sleeping right now.

Anyway... This has been a nice Auntie Carrie blog entry. Remember to eat enough fish okay! You don't want to get a blood clot from lazing around this Decemeber holiday (or whatever is left of it), so eat more fish! :)

**carrie** (loves Wei Sheng) (yeah. Loving him to deathhhh!)