C L A R I T Y
<script language="JavaScript" type="text/JavaScript">
<!--
function MM_reloadPage(init) { //reloads the window if Nav4 resized
if (init==true) with (navigator) {if ((appName=="Netscape")&&(parseInt(appVersion)==4)) {
document.MM_pgW=innerWidth; document.MM_pgH=innerHeight; onresize=MM_reloadPage; }}
else if (innerWidth!=document.MM_pgW || innerHeight!=document.MM_pgH) location.reload();
}
MM_reloadPage(true);
//-->
</script>
<body>
Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
This proves it.
I am officially emotionally crippled.
I mean, hearing someone telling me how they feel should inspire some feeling of gratitude or at least feeling flattered. I'm sure nobody else thought with all their might; "Oh God, get me out of here; NOW."
It's ridiculous how I cry after reading scraps of bounded paper but panic at actual displays of human emotion. Is it any surprise now why I am gloriously unattached? I mean, most of my classmates (ex) are dating - even the ones I thought wouldn't; at least, until later on. For all I know, by the next time I come back; I'd be the only single person from Class 3B. Not that it really matters, but you get the point. (I don't even know why I'm bringing this up but I'm secretly suspecting that it's the stress of finding out that certain people *cough* that I never expected to get together, are!)
Maybe it's because I already cried a lot for the past few months, and it sort of exceeded my emotional quota. Yeah, I'm actually the crying type. Those who haven't seen me in action should really count their blessings.
And if only certain people would stop trying to touch me...! (4S girls, you so know who I mean. The one who offers free "massages" and all) It's really scary sometimes, especially when you know he's quite a closet perv. Well, actually; a daylight perv as well. (Is it cruel of me to accept gifts even though I'm not interested? He offers it to everyone, every girl; I mean... And free popcorn isn't much, is it???) And, please; I'm only back in KL for a short period at a time - enough is enough. I'm really going to cause potentially permanent physical injury on his part if this goes on. It really freaks me out.
I really hope no one is reading this, but I really need to get this off my chest. And some advice, thought there'll probably be none. Is there any such thing as being emotionally frigid??? And how to get rid of it? Well, if anyone from Singapore reads this, I'm sure they'd be shocked. At least, marginally. Malaysian kids aren't as conservative as some people think, neither are they all Malays.
Speaking of Malaysia, I suddenly feel the urge to blather on about politics. I am one twisted girl.
1:30 AM
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
This proves it.
I am officially emotionally crippled.
I mean, hearing someone telling me how they feel should inspire some feeling of gratitude or at least feeling flattered. I'm sure nobody else thought with all their might; "Oh God, get me out of here; NOW."
It's ridiculous how I cry after reading scraps of bounded paper but panic at actual displays of human emotion. Is it any surprise now why I am gloriously unattached? I mean, most of my classmates (ex) are dating - even the ones I thought wouldn't; at least, until later on. For all I know, by the next time I come back; I'd be the only single person from Class 3B. Not that it really matters, but you get the point. (I don't even know why I'm bringing this up but I'm secretly suspecting that it's the stress of finding out that certain people *cough* that I never expected to get together, are!)
Maybe it's because I already cried a lot for the past few months, and it sort of exceeded my emotional quota. Yeah, I'm actually the crying type. Those who haven't seen me in action should really count their blessings.
And if only certain people would stop trying to touch me...! (4S girls, you so know who I mean. The one who offers free "massages" and all) It's really scary sometimes, especially when you know he's quite a closet perv. Well, actually; a daylight perv as well. (Is it cruel of me to accept gifts even though I'm not interested? He offers it to everyone, every girl; I mean... And free popcorn isn't much, is it???) And, please; I'm only back in KL for a short period at a time - enough is enough. I'm really going to cause potentially permanent physical injury on his part if this goes on. It really freaks me out.
I really hope no one is reading this, but I really need to get this off my chest. And some advice, thought there'll probably be none. Is there any such thing as being emotionally frigid??? And how to get rid of it? Well, if anyone from Singapore reads this, I'm sure they'd be shocked. At least, marginally. Malaysian kids aren't as conservative as some people think, neither are they all Malays.
Speaking of Malaysia, I suddenly feel the urge to blather on about politics. I am one twisted girl.
