And Turn The Speakers Up.

THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

I'm the sort of girl you'd exchange stickers with. The sort who'd eat all the chocolates I bought for my teachers and change my mind about visiting them on the other side of the island. The sort who'd eat Macdonald's fries with the 50-cent ice cream cone because they make such a great combination. The sort who'd close my eyes more than half the time while watching a gory/scary/gross movie, then say I'd never waste my $8 again, and later gets spotted at yet another gory/scary/gross flick. The sort who'd make the other party wait for me to brush my teeth before I continue talking on the phone when it's past midnight. The sort who'd pretend I'm talking on the handphone when stuck in an awkward situation. The sort who'd eat twisties with porridge. The sort who'd let all the other buses pass by till the one I like comes along, whether or not I can take all of them. The sort who'd go up to someone asking her where she got that pretty shirt from. The sort who'd walk into Coffee Bean just for the free mineral water when I'm thirsty.The sort friends can hear from the other size of the school building. The sort you wouldn't want to bring when fine dining because I'd either burp or talk too loudly when excited. The sort who would send a text, regret sending it, press cancel, but gets failed by the handphone. The sort who'd come up with rubbish acronyms and be very proud of them. The sort who'd play a song over and over when I like it. The sort who'd probably snore. The sort who'd dream the weirdest dreams. The sort who'd make a joke and be the only one laughing sometimes. The sort who'd laugh even when it's not funny. The sort who'd imagine the guy sitting behind me in the bus planning to stab me from the back. The sort who'd die without any music on public transport. The sort who'd play with your hair, and your face, and your hands. The sort you'd LOVE to travel with (hahaha! right?) The sort who'd flood the school's toilet, not on purpose. The sort who'd work as a waitress and slip because of the heels more than 10 times. The sort who'd usually end up with the worst cards. The sort you'd want to play scissors-paper-stone with. The sort who'd have sudden strokes of genius' in the shower. The sort who would take the wrong bus all the way onto the highway. The sort who'd dance and sing along with old classics like "Stay A Little Bit Longer" at home. The sort who'd pretend to be in an interview and start slanging for the fun of it. The sort who'd know what I want to say, but forget just before I say it. The sort who'd bake a cake that comes out less than half-baked then over-bake it. The sort who'd run across the field instead of around the track after half a round because a joke was just too funny my stomach hurt.

I'm just the sort of girl who'd pee with the door open.

TonFlyingHigh!11:15 PM

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