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Monday, May 21, 2007 [8] I Hate Idiotic Guys

[8] I Hate Idiotic Guys

Dear You

I wonder why everytime guys sees girls, they will start to sing. Do they honestly think that it will attract the girls to them?

What do they expect us girls to do exactly? Join in the song and start dancing like some Bollywood movie?

I FIND IT TOTALLY IRRITATING!!

Be they Malay, Chinese or Indian.. they all do the same thing.

FREAKS!

When I walk by Indian guys, they sing Tamil songs while looking at me.

When I walk by Chinese guys, they sing Chinese songs while looking at me.

When I walk by Malay guys, they sing Malay love songs while looking at me.

COULD SOMEBODY EXPLAIN WHY TO ME?

Because I'm really tempted to go up to them and just give them a hard smack on the head!

Does singing actually moves up their machoness or their romantic side up a notch?

LIKE HELLO!! YOUR VOICE DON'T EVEN SOUND THAT GOOD!

HEEESSSHHH!

Like earlier while on my lunch hour. I was at the bank and there was this Malay guy with spiky hair who is around my height and wearing sunglasses. He was standing next to me and he kept on looking at me. If I were to turn my head at his direction, he would start grinning like a fool.

I could see that the people around us were very kepo because I noticed that they kept looking at me. In the end I was so pissed at him and I was also thinking that if all these kepos want a show then FUCK IT! I'LL GIVE THEM A SHOW!

I turned my head to Spiky Hair and looked directly into his sunglasses. You could almost see him practically containing his excitement.

I asked sharply, " Why do you keep looking at me? Never seen a female before is it?"

Him, "No.. I mean.. You're pretty lah. So I was thinking I must have your number?"

Me, " Not interested. I have a boyfriend."

Him, "Alah.. Boyfriend only, not husband"

Me FURIOUS " EH! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! WHAT YOU MEAN BOYFRIEND ONLY?! BLOODY WANKER! SORRY I DON'T LIKE TO GET TO KNOW SHORT GUYS! STUPID FUCKER!"

With that I turned around and walked off. I was so furious. I hate it when guys says things like that or there are some who actually have the cheek to say ' steady boleh break, tunang boleh putus, kahwin boleh cerai ' translation ' steady relationships can be broken, engagements can be called off, married can be divorced '

When that happens, I will usually answer back ' yah and that is exactly what I would be doing if I were to get to know you'

When they say that, it's just so obvious what kind of guys they are. Who's to say that if I were to end up with them, they won't be saying the same thing to other girls that caught their eye.

Pffffttt......

Oh.. and why I said I don't like to get know short guys is because I just hate to be with guys that are short or just the same height as me.

The reason being heels. I like to wear heels. High heels. Like 4 inch high heels. I just LOVE them.

I've 4 pairs of 4 inch heels and they are my favourite. Oh.. my mom and others shakes their head and wonders how I am able to walk. But surprisingly, I have actually run and jumped with them and I have never tripped.

Okay.. I didn't run and jump on purpose. Last year during Hari Raya, I was out with Bear and JMs and when we were going back our various transports to the next destination, I saw a bloody cockroach running towards me. So I jumped and ran to Bear.

Hee..

He gave me a scolding like, how I can twist my ankles if I were to do that while wearing those kind of dangerous weapons. Yeah.. He called them weapons on account of the pointed front and needle thin stiletto heels.

But to be able to wear those heels, I need to have a tall boyfriend, and thank goodness, Bear is tall. Without them I only reach Bear's chin. With them I only reach his ear.

I admire those couple where the ladies are taller than the guys. But it's just not for me. I can't imagine myself towering over my boyfriend.

But then... I have always been fussy.

Hmm...

Two more hours to go before I meet up with Cheryl for dinner.

Oh.....

Before I forget...

I talked to Bear yesterday evening. We're ok now. We still together but we're just taking some time off from each other for a month or so.

It's because of that stupid stalker bitch. But we're recovering. I love him lah...

Till then...

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