Up the attitude morons.

Insensitive Commuters Behaviour (ICB)

I came up with this term for many of you who made my public ride, nauseating.

I have to write this.

And I know that if I do, others may think "Get a life. Look at yourself in the mirror"

But then again. I would say to you. Bug off. My life. My words. My says.

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STOP taking my pictures you morons with no more than 2 brain cells!

I know I should have just walked up to you and slam your handphone right on that train floor but I didn't. And I wished I did.

Too late for regrets. Too many of them morons.

Next time, I will do as I have mentioned.

Bunch of arseholes.

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Nyonyas. Apeks. Stop pushing me around will you?

Funny how some old folks think that when they're old, they get away with practically anything and everything.

Their secret weapon? A faint, feebly smile. Puik.

I do have some comapssion for some, but others are just simply intolerable.

Nudging my elbow with their bags, getting too close to me that I could almost hear them breathe. Simply because they want to get to the front of the line or a seat. Pathetic.

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Poseurs. Without you people, life would be boring.

Why? Simply because you people are the twenty cents worth of gossip I always indulge myself in. The world need wannabes. I am not complaining. Just amuse. Keep entertaining ks?

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Anyhow, I wish to have a few things done before the month of June.

Firstly, get a new haircut.

My angular bob which I had done professionally back in Octoer is fugly.

My hair now is a safe bob. Those worn by 40 50s year old.

Yuck. I need a new bob cut. Probably the first picture.

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Secondly, I need to shed a few pounds.

I need to exercise. But I hate to. All those crunches and leg raise bores me.

I slim? keke. Nah. I'll give that a pass.

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Thirdly, the auction for the Mexican Trapeze dress is finally over.

Sad sad. I can't do online banking because I do not have them Mastercard.

I want a Trapeze dress. I've been eye-ing it since February.

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Fourthly, I need a new shoe. Scrap that. I need new heels and sandals.

Pronto. I will wear my favourite pair of footwear until the sole runs dry and my heels are screaming, "Go get yourself a new one! I'm all used up!"

Any takers? I'm a size 5. Oh. I do not like them girly2 heels ok? :D

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Lastly, I need to stop being a fast food junkie.

I can be eating Macdees in the afternoon and them Long John's during the night.

Stop me before I suffer from any health issues.

People help me ok?

I'm starting to drink green tea now.

I guess that's a good start. You reckon?

When time fly by like a lightning strike.

I marvel at how each day starts and ends.

Somedays slow. Other times, fast.

As the old saying goes, "Time fly by fast when you're having fun".

It sure does.

I haven't had a proper time to relax. I'm uptight and forever cranky.

If there is such thing as forever.

My daily routine consist of dressing up, nurturing young monsters,

dressing up again, caregiving them brats.

When time permits, I get to have fun. And be happy.

Goodbye misery, hello temporary sunshine!

With hoNey. With dvds. With friends.

How about family you might ask?

It's an everyday thing.

Family. I love my mother oh so very much : )

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pssst: Thank you mummy for the breakfast you make for me every morning, though I have to confess I only eat them for lunch. Mummy, I can't eat breakfast, remember?

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I need a breather.

I need time for myself.

What a joke. A big fat one. I always make time for myself.

That is why none; zilch, nada, of you there knows me.

Truthfully. Oh come on. Admit it.

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If I were to share my life stories with you, what would be left for me then?

Privacy would be non - existence.

And I treasure, cherish and guard my privacy.

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Before you start comparing me to many of you out there who swears by sharing secrets and whatever-else-hoo-haa, I have one thing to say.

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People must come to understand that not
everyone is like everybody.
Not everyone thinks like everybody.
Not everyone feels like everybody.
Not everyone is like everybody.

And I am not everybody...