How much wood can a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

Ignore the title, I just want to ramble a bit.

Sometimes I wonder how the hell I've become so principally 'degraded' that I actually tolerate the kind of bullshit that gets shoved down my throat these days.

I used to be so much more impatient, and essentially a bigger bitch but it appears that this thing called 'maturity' has caught up with me. Meh, all I can care about these days in those situations is leaving with grace and with my dignity in tact. But that doesn't mean I can't screw some sorry bitch ass to hell every once in a while.

Volunteer work sucks. You need a lot of patience, and a lot of time. Now volunteering manpower is different than being a central force in a project. When you're actually building a project from ground up it can sap you of life. I've learnt alot of things about organisational skills and handling people from Raleigh and YPD. But just in general, if you've pissed me off in the past month, here's a belated fuck you.

And now, a letter to my father that I'll probably never give him.

Dear dad,

I know you spend thousands of ringgit every year just satisfying my chocolate fetish. I undoubtedly appreciate the haul of exotic treats you bring home every time you go overseas. I know you want to make me happy and somehow think that all that chocolate makes up for the fact you got me something that melts in my hands and my mother YSL lipstick in Argentina, a Longchamp bag in Paris and Marc Jacob's 'Blush' in the plane on your way back from Kenya. But here's the thing.

Never. Ever. Buy. Lindt. Ever again.

I don't care if its Swiss, I frickin' hate it. I don't like Tiramisu or Tarte Citroen chocolate. I don't care if Petits Desserts costs a lot, it taste like crap. I could care less when you say "It's good to try new things" and then buy a billion bars of Lindt in different flavors, expecting me to eat it when you and my mother nibble on tiny pieces like rabbits.

Toffifee? Hell yeah.

Cote D'ore? Not bad.

Toblerone? Common, but the honey chocolate jumbo bar still kicks ass.

Flakes? Bring it on.

But never, ever Lindt. Ever again. Except the Swiss Delice's Bouquet d'Orange and Merveille de Lait. :)

Sincerely,
Your choking-on-strawberry-milk-flavoured-chocolate daughter

P/S: A quarter pound bag of them cheap ass M & M's never hurt either.

That's it, I'm out.