What’s wrong with being single?

“You need to get a boyfriend.” I can’t help but stare in absolute astonishment at the guy who said that. I didn’t know how to react; I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at him with this uncomfortable silence between us. Then I giggled. Phew! That lifted off the tension in the air. What was going through his mind? Do I look like some damsel in distress who needs a knight in shining armour to rescue me? Well, maybe some firing in the base might help. But the fact is I don’t think I have the time and energy to maintain a relationship. I think that’s the most important problem. I am someone who needs a lot of personal space and time, and I realize I'm a bit too independent as well. Then again, I have to tendency to freak out and transform into this crazy bitch who nit picks at eveything any guy who shows interest. But I'd usually make exceptions for cute guys ;)

This is not exactly my anthem, but the lyrics are really fantastic:

I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me

(Cos I'm happy where I am)

Don't depend on a guy to validate me

(No no)

I don't need to be anyone's baby

(Is that so hard to understand?)

No I don't need another half to make me whole

Make your move if you want doesn't mean I will or won't

I'm free to make my mind up you either got it or you don't

[Chorus:]

This is my current single status

My declaration of independence

There's no way I'm tradin' places

Right now a star's in the ascendant

Sure, you’d hear me complaining of not having someone to hug and care for me and all that stuff (especially during some days, when the moon is full….), but deep down inside, I’m just not sure about the whole thing. I’ve seen couples who reminisce about the good old days of being single, and singles who are desperate to get hooked up with someone that they’d trade sex for love. Of course there are still the minorities who really live happily ever after, but how often do you see cases like this?

Maybe I’m just afraid, or maybe the right guy hasn’t shown up yet. I don’t know. Time will tell. Hopefully. Fingers crossed :)

Road Trip

This wouldn’t be my first road trip, but somehow it’s considered my first road trip of me actually driving the car, from KL to Seremban, which took around 40 minutes. It wasn’t all too bad, considering the fact that I have this rather cute guy beside me. I’m totally crazy over his sheepish grin and hands.

So what’s the story? My dad bought a car for me in Johor, and his friend promised to drive it over to Seremban for me. But something came up and his employee drove the car from Johor to KL because I was back in Vista for the weekend. He was sympathetic over the fact that I was not so competent in driving a manual car [*I-L-Squirrel: I used my “act stupid” maneuver again this time, wink wink ;) Works like magic all the time. Only thing is to know when, where and to whom.]. So he offered to sit beside me and accompany me back to Seremban and his friend would drive his employer’s car following mine since they’re on the way back to Johor. I was touched by his kind gesture. He’s around 6ft, his features are quite ok. I kept stealing glances at his large hands and fantasizing them wrapped around my waist. Ummm….. feels good doesn’t it…. So lets go back to this guy, what shall we call him? His real name is a bit Ah-Bengish to mention, which would spoil the whole mood right now. I shall use his initial---O. hmmm… There’s actually nothing much about him. But me being deprived for soooo long, everything seems good. Which leads me to the saying “Cover the face and fire the base.” Whether this would lead to anything, it’s still too early to mention. Would be a nice prospect for a fling though. It’s time to practice my art of seduction…..

To be continued....

The Death of the Fashionista

As I stepped into the IMU campus in Seremban, all I got was these odd glances from everyone. Geez, talk about a warm friendly welcome! I feel so out of place in my baby blue tube dress! It feels like everyone is dressed up in a rather sober way, ties n all. Even the colour is oh so boring L Heck, it’s orientation and it’s hot in here!! I was just dressing up according to the weather. Then and there, they stressed on the dress code again and again. Frankly, speaking, I hardly have anything in my closet which complies to the dress code, except for a few shirts and black slacks. Which makes me wonder, what am I going to do with the 17 dresses hanging in my closet? Hmmm, I could still wear them though, after I’ve altered my whitecoat-----shorten it, cut the sleeves, then add a waist cutting. So that it wouldn’t look like as if there’s nothing underneath the coat.

After being reminded for exposing the top half of my body (which was overly exaggerated--- I wasn’t topless!), I been unconsciously pulling my cropped cardigan together again and again, afraid of revealing too much in the campus. I couldn’t understand why this is happening. Guess I should be careful with what I wear. I was walking down the stairs to the cafeteria when I got another disapproving glance again. *sob* Could this be the end of my pretty dresses??

IMU Seremban=Graveyard of the Fashion World