One dumb gal. 3 random posts.

At this very moment, I am doing a self-counselling term paper. In this riduculous paper, I am suppose to be both the helper and the helpee. Last but not least, a third-party to evaluate the whole dialogue session. I think I'm going to develop Discociative Identity Disorder aka spli-personality. No wonder they say psych pple are nutcases in their very own nature. No doubts.

Anyway, I've decided to explore the issue of sibling rivalry as my helpee's problem. Yes. I HAD some bitter feelings towards my sister. I thought I'll choose a simple, superficial issue to self-counsel (yep, it sounds silly enough). The crux is, my term paper is resurfacing my negativity towards her, issues that I thought I had resolved and gotten over during that pubertal age. But apparently, I only managed to suppress them somewhere deep. bleh. And now I have successfully managed to dig them out. Splendid! Anyway, I just wanna make a statement. "My parents are biased!" Period.

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I think I am far too curious a person. I am easily intrigued by people, their lives, their thoughts, their characters. I wonder how they are in the comfort of their private zone. What do they do, think and yearn behind the doors of watchful eyes? The dramas of lives are amazing. The number of personas are infinite. Some people just catches my curious minds and I can't help but wonder...

Some people.

(Other people I just can't be bothered.)

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I'm caught in a fix. What's new.
I should be shot dead. Really.
I'm a bad gal. Once again.
What am I doing? Nothing.

Darn.

(maybe that's y criminals are put behind bars.)