Friday, December 02, 2005

spent a wonderful girly day with bestie yesterday. how girly, u ask? well, we played with her curling irons, frying our locks curly in her room!! hee.. wat could be more girly than that, i ask you? if we were into manicures, wed prob be doing each others nails too! lalalalala... skip along with me.. i love being a lass, save for the periods of excrutiating stomach cramps that leave me whining and all curled up in pain, and mebbe moments of future childbirth. but the latter is ok, cos im will be beside me and i can take away all my pain by crushing his fingers, which would be entwined in mine...

so anyways..

why is it so bloody difficult for some people to say 'sorry'? i dun get it? open your mouth and say 'aaahh''... i wanna see who got your tongue. i mean, esp when an apology is clearly in order? basic courtesy, babe. foreign concept to u, i see.

why am i getting all worked up over a simple (but obviously not used often enough) two-syllable word?

well there i was, all pretty and fresh-faced, waiting for the feeder bus to fetch me to nana's place. plopped down on the left-most corner of one of the bus-stop seats, humming numa-numa ever so softly, wondering whats that speck on my pretty white shoes, thinking about im, having conversations with my growling tummy in my head, that sorta thing. clearly minding my own business, not posing a hazard to anyone at all, mind u. out of nowhere came this nyonya, with her market plastic bags, and before i know what hit me, she plopped herself on half of my right lap, dam it!!!

she must be blind.

if she looks like one of those anorexic kind, mebbe i'd have been more forgiving, cos i could have just flicked her off, but importantly cos it WOULDNT HAVE HURT AS MUCH! but shes not one of those light as a snowflake kind. she moved off my lap no doubt, but only just a wee bit. still sitting dangerously close to me, depriving me of my very much needed personal space so others cant hear me humming numa numa. (that song is very irritating to some.) but we were still sitting very close, closer than how im would ordinarily sit next to me at bus stops, which is already very near. i looked over her shoulders. got a lot of empty space wat, why must she sit so close to me? its not like as if i took up nearly the entire long bus stop seat. why do you think i purposely huddled at the left hand side of the seat? so i disturb no one, and no one disturbs me, of cos. and its not as if i sit with my legs spread open such tat she had to sit on my lap cos i take up too much space.

bugger.

just then, she meddled with her handbag, and hung it over her left shoulder, that thingy clearly brushing against my right arm. stoopid woman. in a failed attempt to shake her off, i shook my right arm and muttered that ever-so-irritating ''chhkk....." right into her ear. still no response.

so shes blind AND deaf.

and to think, all along, she was obliviously, and dare i add, purposely looking straight ahead, as though sitting on someone's lap and huddling close to a stranger, is as normal as....morning hard-ons. stoopid woman... no sorry, no nothing.

so my bus came, and i got so irritated with mrs-no-manners, that i nudged her arm forcefully away in my effort to wriggle out of being wedged between the cold metallic seat corner and the infernally, obnoxiously rude, that is her.

you want sondol, i give you sondol.

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