Monday, January 21, 2008

Yet another virus attack!


It's been a year since I've shifted to where I'm currently living. Though further away from school, I'm not complaining... yet. It beats living in a neighbourhood whereby you wake up, not because of a non-stop ringing alarm clock, but because the aunties who go marketing every morning have vocal chords which can challenge the engines of aeroplanes.


And yes, my computer's down with a virus. I'm able to blog because I was supposed to start school at 12pm today, but instead, I came at 10 (thinking that June Wong's lecture was still on)!!! I rushed like mad in the morning because I woke up 'late', took a cab to school, only to see Yoga strolling by the overhead bridge with a stick in his hand. That was when he planted the bomb on me -_-"


On a brighter note, I get to use the computer!


And on a not so bright note (which is beginning to gloom over the bright note at a very rapid pace), I'm stoning away... and I'm not getting any younger!!!!


I can't believe I'm gonna be 20 this year. It's so.... FAST!! It doesn't seem very long ago when I turned 18/19. Shoot, I'm starting to feel real old. No offence to those who're above 20, but it's gonna take me awhile to get used to the fact that I no longer fall under "adolescent".


Adult.


Hate it.


Grown up.


ROARRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I was reading the papers on saturday and the thought of snipping my locks came to mind once more. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with keeping my hair short; could be due to my primary school principal. One of her rules was that girls aren't allowed to keep their hair past chin-length. You can imagine how much I hated that rule. My friends from Loyang and Pasir Ris Primary could have long, silky locks whereas I was mostly spotted with a bob-hairdo.


I did get a chance to let my hair grow during my secondary school years though. From the start of Sec 2, I let it grow for a year and I decided I couldn't take it no more because;


1) it took me damn long to dry my hair after my evening shower


2) I got irritated each time my pony-tail got messy during Judo trainings (Judo ain't ballet, you know?)


3) I was on the verge of getting DANDRUFF!!! and


4) having a ponytail made me blend in with everyone. But with short hair, I can style it whichever way I want, whenever I wish to.


So back to what I was saying, I had a sudden calling to chop off my (currently) brunette hair. But then again, there was another calling, contrary to the first one, asking me to TRY and avoid going to the hairdresser's for the whole of this year.


Ok, since my hair has been shorter than most of my classmates' for 4 semesters now, I'll do my best and keep it long... here's to those who once laughed at me for being flat-chested and boyish. We'll see who's the "real woman" at the end of 2008, alright?


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I don't like people who start trouble with others by bringing up topics about how he/she is prettier/more handsome or more voluptious/mascular than the other person.


Pretty and handsome, so?


Grow one pimple and it's the worst day of your life. I'd rather feel like the world's coming to an end when I encounter bigger, more serious events with credibility that your oiled-up pore can never measure up to.

'Nuff said.

It's so much easier to be "an average-looking girl next door" than a "fashionista who lives for the glitz and glamour".

First up, being average (by average, you mean ordinary, yes?) doesn't require me to look good all the time. Therefore, I can wake up late on Saturday mornings and smell of nothing but horrible morning breath, and NOBODY can say anything about it because, why? I'm ORDINARY. And ordinary people are not worth talking, or rather, not worth gossiping about.

For girls who're "damn fine and dandy", the moment you get off your silk-covered, king-sized, custom made teak wood bed, it's nothing but hustle and bustle to get your hair done, make-up put on and clothes matched before anyone can lay eyes on you.

Now that is so sad!!! What's the point of looking good when you don't even feel remotely positive? The only bright side to this kinda live is that when you eventually die (because you're oh-so-depressed but can't let anyone know about it), you die looking good ;) So kudos to that! *thumbs-up*

See? Being "ugly and fat" is not so bad afterall. To hell with princesses who've skin as fair as snow, hair as black as ebony and lips as red as rose. Such people DO NOT EXIST. So as fairy tales, they shall remain *winks*

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Lecture for Mental Health starts at 12.

AND IT'S ONLY 11.30!!!!!!

Fine, shall continue blogging about whatever random stuff that pops into my head.

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YOU, please stop stirring up so much trouble. You're already at the losing end! If they were to corner and threaten you, God knows what'll happen if they eventually do lay their hands on you.

If you're unhappy with them, fine. Not everyone loves you and at the same time, you can't love everyone. But to the extend of blogging false facts about them (and using their real names)?! Woman, even if you do hate their guts, the least you could do is respect them as human beings.

Just leave it ok? Let things be the way they are and STOP your whinings. It's not getting you anywhere, is it now?

I'm not asking you to throw in the towel. I'm asking you to hold onto your towel and walk away. Meaning, hold onto you pride and clear off lah!