“Walk” by Foo Fighters A million...
Let's have the talk!
I’m willing to bet my right hand that I wasn’t the only one ‘hearing’ Celine Dion’s cover of Here There and Everywhere the first time we read about Mr Cumberbatch’s sensitive follicles. As a matter of fact, I still do. “There, running my hands through his hair Both of us thinking how good it can be Someone is speaking but he doesn’t know...
Somebody's got a knack for stealing words out of...
I was actually in the middle of writing an article against some worthless dirtbags (yes, I kick it old school) called catcallers when I decided to take a break (believe me, nothing good ever comes from angst-ridden writing) and go to ThoughtCatalog.com. Funny how they always manage to get ahead of me everytime. While quick-reading some of the articles, I stumbled upon this one by Stephanie...
What’s wrong with people these days? Why are decent humanbeings so hard to find, like they’re some sort of endangered species? Seriously, people… When you hear about any unfortunate event, like the death of your friend’s parent, the first thing you should do is offer them your condolences. That’s the decent thing to do, not just skip it like they never mention it...
Jolly Good Dollophead
April 23: The only day you get away with insulting people, in honour of ye Olde Willie. So there, thou unmuzzled full-gorged fustilarian!
Stating the Obvious Is Easy
Satire is the most invigourating thing one can count on for stimulation. On par with sudoku and crosswords, that is.
Time’s 100 Most Influential Arses
Why else would Pippa Midleton’s name be on the list? If you know me, you ‘ll know that I’m still upset about the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch didn’t make it to the list (last time I checked). Even if it was called “100 Most Influential Arses”, Mr Cumberbatch most definitely should have been on the list. What with him being naked all the time (admit it, you know what I’m talking about!). And if...
Yet you wonder why I don't like you...
So I used a George Takei quote on my writing today and while I was typing, this annoying girl came to me and said, “Who’s George Takei?” I was like, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She asked me who George Takei was! This is the sort of thing that makes me wish I had a license to kill. Then I told her, “Look him up on Google image.” A few seconds...
Yes, you’re the first and lucky one to witness my obnoxiousness. This is the first and will absolutely be the last time I’m being that way. If it means anything, it would be the fact that I want it so very badly. So lo and behold, me being obnoxious: I WANT TO GO ON A ROAD TRIP WITH YOU! I WANT TO GO ON A ROAD TRIP WITH YOU! I WANT TO GO ON A ROAD TRIP WITH YOU! I WANT TO GO ON A...
I think, actually, at one point, I remember very clearly someone saying,...– Benedict Cumberbatch, on his younger self. Somewhere on the ever-providing internet.
Relighting the Old Fire
I’ve just got off the phone with my boyfriend. It was probably the longest phone call he ever made to me. I still think he’s cheap but I’m keeping my mind open to the idea that he’s actually a big saver. Anyway, the notification warning insisted that my battery wouldn’t hold up another minute so I said goodbye, unwillingly. Usually when we talk on the phone, we talk...
That Time of the Year
Bree: "There's something we have to do."
Me: "Am I going to like it?"
Bree: "I don't think so."
Me: "Then count me out."
Bree: "I'm sorry, I thought I said 'there's something WE HAVE TO do', Esther."
Me: "Why do WE HAVE TO do this something?"
Bree: "Because my mom is coming."
Me: "Are we talking about spring cleaning? Because you know, I'm Indonesian and Indonesians are not familiar with spring cleaning."
Bree: "Please please pretty please? She'll kill me with her endless lecture and trust me you'll get your fair share, too."
Me: "Oh dear lord."
Bree: "I know."
Me: "Have you told Karen?"
Bree: "Would you please?"
Me: "I think Karen and I will just go somewhere else for the weekend. We could use a change of scenery."
Bree: "The thing is, my mom's staying not only for the weekend..."
Me: "Don't get me wrong, I love your mum but is there really nothing you can do?"
Bree: "I wish there was."
Me: "Oh well. Might as well. Just persuade her to make it up by performing her amazing cooking skill."
Bree: "I solemnly swear."
Estheresque Epiphany #6
The only good thing about the unnecessarily-loud hand dryer is that it buries the sound of your undignified fart.
So it's Friday, again.
Friday. The one day where you’re working hard. Either that or hardly working. I’m the latter sort of person. I don’t have much to do at work but somehow have so much to say. The thing is, I’ve always been a lazybutt. Remember how I manipulatively tricked a comedian to write a satire on Samantha Brick? Yeah, I do that sort of thing mostly on Fridays. Today, I’m...
Lost In Time
Okay, apparently my sleeping pattern is not the only thing which is completely messed up. My time, too! I’ve just learnt that my watch says it’s 11.11 (not knowing whether it’s PM or AM), my phone indicates that it’s 6.11 PM and my computer thinks it’s 1.11 PM only God knows whatever day! And I’ve only realised all that because I need to set my alarm to go off...
So Hard to Keep Myself Entertained
I blame BBC Sherlock. I used to be a big fan of detective stories on TV and look where I am now? I can no longer enjoy any of them. Because BBC Sherlock is just sublimely great it makes every other show like a first year assignment in a third-rate drama school. That’s how awesome BBC Sherlock is. So awesome America’s CBS tries to compete with their unprepared Elementary. Everybody...
I Live to... whatever.
Arrived at the final airport, claimed my baggage and turned on my phone. The first message I got says: “I know it’s been a long and tiring trip, but I truly hope you still have the energy for dress-fitting at Rowey’s. I’m driving and I’ll make sure we grab something to eat on the way, we don’t want you to get cranky. Oh by the way, we’re right outside....