Monday, February 22, 2010

I'm girl.

I'm a girl.
A girl who can't text enough. A girl who is insecure about almost anything in particular. A girl whose least favourite word is WAIT. A girl who can't live without Facebook. A girl who can have 5 hour msn chats with her dearest friends. A girl who swears involuntarily at times without really meaning anything. A girl who has many dreams, but has yet to gather the motivation to achieve them. A girl who strives for happiness. A girl who wants to strike lottery and be a gazillionaire real, real badlly. A girl who shouts at videogames when she loses and thinks nothing about it. A girl who sometimes annouces that she has to pee. A girl who fantasizes about The Perfect Life too much. A girl who knows deep in her heart that there is no such thing as perfect. A girl who still loves boybands, however cheesy they might be. A girl who is trying to perfect Hoedown Throwdown dance moves because it's the easiest song to dance too though she doesn't really like Miley Cyrus. A girl who has a dirty little secret. A girl who is now thinking :'HA WHO AM I KIDDING'? A girl who's a real scatterbrain. A girl whose memory sucks when it comes to texbooks, but rocks when it comes to gossip from years ago. A girl who believes that all beetles are out to get her. A girl who wants to believe that there is good in everyone. A girl who loves her friends no matter who or what they are. A girl who believe in equality of sexes. A girl who condones infanticide. A girl who has never forwarded chain letters and hasn't has anything untoward happen to her yet. A girl who despises assholes who kill their baby girls JUST BECAUSE THEY WERE BORN FEMALE. A girl who is the klutziest klutz ever, but will not ever admit it out loud. A girl who is thinking how boring she is and how she should think of more intellegent and entertaining traits to write about. A girl who is sleeeeeepy now.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Okay this is really random...

But I had a dream that I was friends with Taylor Swift.
I mean, everyone says she's so nice and sweet.

Not to mention that she didn't have the most awesome time back in high school, and blossomed when she was about say... 17 or 18, I think?

I can identify with that.

Not the nice and sweet part, I mean.

Friday, February 12, 2010

wHy dO sOmE pEoPLe TaLk LiKe tHaT?

I find it a tad too difficult to read!
And it took me 15 seconds to type the title!
I APPLAUD those who talk (or rather, type) like this all the time!

Last Minute CNY Shopping is FUN. Hustle and Bustle.

So I just came back from Last Minute Chinese New Year Shopping with the family.
Crowded, Crowded, Crowded, but we managed to get a parking space fast :P
Lucky us.
Queues are unbelivably loooooooooong.
Families are FRANTICALLY getting all the goodies they lay their eyes on.
You know... cuz there are hardly any stores open during CNY period!
I can feel the festive season already.
Steamboat + BBQ Grill the day after next!
Bacon, Beef, meat, meat and more meat.
I can feel the fats piling on already.
Oh who careeees, I'll start on my diet AFTER CNY! :P










Some photos from the last time I visited the beach. Gosh. I miss school. The beach was one of my favourite haunts when I was schooling! Misses.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Attack of the Clipboard Aliens

This is gonna be really exaggerated because I am so DAMN PISSED. Story of my life.

I think I have the kind of face which ASKS for it. No one I know get approached by The Clipboard Monsters as much. I don't mean those people campaigning for donations. They aren't nearly as irksome. I'm just against pests who INSIST that I need another savings account or insurance plan.

Those are the people who go out all to hunt you down during rush hour and lunch breaks. They are predators hunting for their prey. The more vulnerable looking (whatever their assesment criteria is), the better. They spot you from afar, their line of focus zeros in on you and then.. you're the ONLY OBJECT in their line of vision. One motive. To deprive you of any hope of escape.

You have no choice but to walk towards them as they are right smack in the middle of your path. You do everything you can to avoid eye contact. You rummage through your bag frantically, pretending that you've lost something. You speed up your pace. You try to hide amonst other commuters. As a last resort, u put your phone against your ear even though you are not really on a call ( this does work sometimes).

Those vulture-like creatures never give up. With their approachable, sweet and gracious-looking smiles, which, after years of experience, you know are all a farce, a front to make them more attractive to their prey.

You have to stop, because there is no way to avoid those superly-enthusiastically-persistant people like how you can't avoid a hungry mosquito without killing it. You waste at least 15 minutes (whatever happened to 'hey got a minute to spare?') 'listening' to someone going on and on and on at bullet-train speed about something you don't understand/don't need.

You tell them that you're in a rush, but they have no inkling of what 'busy' or 'rush' means. They fact that you don't NEED something just eludes their minds like how light reflects from those safety reflector board things along the road at night.

You're still not interested. They insist that you give them your contact details and set a date to meet them again. You say no. You apologise and say, "I'm so sorry, I really don't think this is for me". Maybe you look like you are about to snap. Maybe their thirst for someone else's precious time (you know how vampires thirst for blood) has been quenched. They finally let you go, but not without leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Okay so this was what just happened. When I get accosted by The Clipboard Monsters, 99% of the time I am too afraid to apologise and walk away when they refuse to let me go even after repeated protests of 'I'm sorry, I'm busy'. BECAUSE, WHEN I WALKAWAY, THEY FOLLOW ME UNTIL I LET THEM RECITE ALL THE RUBBISH THEY WANT. I've tried Curt tones, blank faces, piercing glares, everything.

Never works. It sucks to be timid.

So I was feeling pretty desperate yesterday. I spotted one Clipboard Monster approaching a group of men. He smiled politely and let them go when they refused. Then he set his eyes on me (damn). Started walking towards me. I said said 'sorry', lowered my head, and HURRIED away. I know that wasn't the most polite thing to do. As I walkd away, he shouted:" MISS I HAVEN'T EVEN SAID ANYTHING YET". And after 3 seconds, he said 'BYEBYE' in an INFURIATING tone. EMBARRASSING

Ermm.... not letting you say anything was the WHOLE POINT, actually. I'm fully aware that once I allow you to utter ONE word, I'll have to spend 15 minutes letting you talkabout something which I'm gonna reject anyway. Time wastage on both sides. Anyway, why shout at me and not at that group of grown men? Ball-less freak.

Well at least I didn't get it as bad as others where the Clipboard Monsters' vocabulary of vularities are....

The feeling of trepidation I get during these encounters is dreadful . You really have no idea. I am the kind of girl who takes the stairs if I have to wait more than 3 minutes for the lift. I'm really particular when it comes to time. Everyone else i know is okay with brushing them away but but I really find it impossible, and the feeling sucks!!!

EH I DAMN PISSED LA.