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Wednesday, May 2, 2007

haha 2nd post today.
haha is this ridiculous or what?!
i dun know if i have grown sincewhen..
and i repeatedly jump to reach the low ceiling. its a 50-50 thing you know. sometimes i reach it, sometimes i dont, so whats the idea?! i can't possibly be growing and shrinking all the time. You know what? for a moment i was so happy because Rachel was on MSN and she said she thought i looked taller. I was totally joyous, thats until i remembered i was wearing heels. Which doesn't actually count.

I mean now, what's the point of wanting to grow taller?! I don't know. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel more.. more.. more what?
I cant figure it out, what i've been trying to achieve. You know the myth thing about how a girl would be matching with a guy who is 13cm taller than her. And perhaps the point of growing is because... 13 cm taller than me is actually not very tall at all.
so supposing all those fairy tales are true and all that, where the ' Prince Charming ' is tall, suave, muscular, whatever.., then all the handsome guys are tall right? and 13cm isnt such a big deal to those tall folks. So how are we short girls supposed to match up to them if we are so pathetically short?! crap!


well now, lets not get carried away by the self pity of being a short pumpkin. lets instead focus on why we should be thankful we are not ridiculously tall. I mean being ridiculously tall for guys is quite normal but it would really seem inappropriate for girls right? like UNPROPORTIONED. it doesnt sound quite so nice huh. i've heard audrey wishing she was my height. but i dont know why. why would anyone want to be as short as i am? why!? see, while i wallow in self pity for being short, some tall person is wishing she can grumble along with me.

okay enough of that.

im getting really pissed with my grandmother. to think, old and almost senile, she can own an attitude problem. stupid. the phone rang, her old popo friends calling. i went to the kichen whr she was cooking to pass her the phone.
I WENT INTO THE BLOODYHELL OILY&STEAMY KITCHEN TO PASS IT TO HER.
i went in.
and there she goes mumbling all sorts of dialect that i understand. she's scolding me for passing her the phone when she is cooking. snip! she never said 'dont ask me to recieve calls when i cooking ah' and furthermore, i havent scolded her for this morning's incident.
i was freaking unhappy with it can.
my alarm rang. i rested some more, there goes some bitch God knows why, SWITCH ON MY ROOM LIGHT. my room light, in case you didnt know, is WHITE and there are exactly 5 WHITE neon bulbs for the lights in my room. she switched on the damned lights while i was sleeping, and for what? TO WAKE ME UP! why THANKYOU SO MUCH!? i almost went blind!?
the point is, she never EVER woke me up before. it just isnt her job, her duty.

this is it. i wake up on my own.
please.
STOP TURNING ON THE LIGHTS GRANDMOTHER.
i love my eyes.
yes love love

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