The One with the Fairytale..

My earliest memory as a little girl was going to marina, with my aunt and uncle in their car, i remember weAring that frilly pink dress that got up to my knees. i remember the white socks with the lace so pretty i couldnt stop fidgeting with it. And most of all i remember the disney books we bought, Rapunzel, Beauty and the Beast and Snow White. My favourites….

I cant help but remember the thought of how it would be so wonderful to grow up and live a fairy tale myself. But we all know where thats brought me to….

For me life would always be that special, a gift just so i could cherish it, and at most times when im in between my parents, i see that girl….that girl with the pink dress kicking her legs away merrily…somehow contented…..

shes still there…at times reminding me that fairy tales are in ur head… and even though theres  no happily ever after….the most important part is HAPPILY…. and as long as i got both of u……. i will always be….

The One with the Romantic Plans

Conversation with mum yesterday,

Mum: Do you have any plans this sat?

Me: Erm….*thinks hard* oh… its valentines day, i cant make any plans

Mum: What? Why where are u going?

Me: *nonchalantly* im staying at home…..

Mum: what the #$%? *throws sofa pillow at me* …YOU BETTER WASH THE FISHTANK THIS SAT…… *grrr*

Moral of story: i will be washing my fish tank this sat…..

The One with the Hannibal Lector

I don’t know why but today i had to practically drag myself to work. You know when at the first sounds of the alarm you get groggy and go like ‘what the hell????’ and the u hit the snooze button a COUPLE of times and then an hour later u go like ‘Shit’ ………………and another hour later you go like ‘DAMN IT WORLD’….yea….

So that was today for me……

It’s not like i super hate my job, but i mean its not that i love it or anything, just merely maybe like, i mean its been three years and im practically keeping it ongoing for up till now so yeah….Like..not LOVE……hmmm so anyway yeah…. i dun hate the job, just the act of travelling to and from work is really the nasty part.

 

I mean come on,  a person is already dreading having to go to work and then u have those monsters on the MRT these days that just irritate the hell out of you.. Ok let me give u an example, just this morning there i was happily sitting away on a seat listening to my funky kinda music and merrily bobbing my head nonchalantly away and this rude assed mo%^e&f!c$er just stood in fornt of me and flapped out his big assed newspaper which was mind you like just 3cm away from my face….i mean come on have some courtesy will you, i kinda need to breathe dont you think…. and like that wasnt enough the moment i reach my station, there right outside the door stands a crowd of stupid moronic ppl who just stand there not giving way to alighting passengers and just standing there waiting for an empty train but come on..have some common sense will ya… dun crowd over the whole exit we need a way to get out dont we…. what really bugs me is that these are office suit clad ppl in branded wear from head to toe who are acting this way…

isnt sad to think that after much education we forget the simple things like putting others before urself or just to have a random act of kindness ot just be courteous….haiz…i digress….

 

I seriously dun blame murderers sometimes you know with this kinda rage that i have to face on a daily basis its some wonder why i haven turned freddy krueger on everyone just as yet……

 

Ppl are so lucky im easily faltered by pretty things and food….otherwise…. you guys might have another hannibal lector in ur hands…..I’ll call myself Intellectual Hannibal………