Wednesday, September 17, 20088:28 PM
Arg! Freaky Day!
Today is freaky day. Not freaky as in scary/spooky whatever but freaky as a replacement for some vulgarities I will not utter for now. But before I launch into "Curse this Freaky Day" rant, Ladies & Gentlemen, I give you what's left of my Kawaii Hambil (my collective term for my little babies, I did not (and failed to) breed a species of hamster + gerbil hybrid) Family :
Speedy Gonzola!!! Nah, it's Black Jack (a.k.a Papa Bear as I've decided to call him) getting some much need exercise...
aThena looking healthier now. Maybe less siblings to food fight with...
pRhinna trying out her moves. This little girl finally has more space to stretch her wee lil legs, so maybe giving some (7!!!) away isn't such a bad idea at all... *sniffle*
Mikuru!!! Hahah Nope I'll never give my baby girl away. She's been with me through tough emo times man. Love her to bits!!! *kisses Mikuru* No her fur didn't change color, it's the lousy shot taken by my phone... Bwa...
And last but not least our resident Gangsta: Ruru!!! He's guarding the gate recently... as shown in this photo... Kinda like the Gargoyles in Hunchback of Notredame...
Inspecting(?) his messy nest...
Awaiting for a prey (usually my hand) to pounce on... It's scary cos his tail sticks out and it might break anytime if we're not careful... The daredevil ="=
K enough cuteness. Now the rant begins *rawr* See, when I get to school this morning, it was a B-E-A-Utiful day (it's how most freaky days start off... with lies...) Then I sat on the train, tolerated some irritating poly boys blabbing and the whole macho fake bravado shit (the usual kinda shit, where older boys warn the juniors of the "terrible" things to expect next semester... reminds me eeriely of S.D (rmb him? yea, unfortunately I still do T_T) spouting nonsense about how DS is going to lose to PSP etc etc...). Then I alighted and wonder why am I being pushed around, why is there a cloud of smoke (may they get lung cancer ASAP) in front and it hit me. Oh dang, for the love of anything good, it's first day of school. Ah... crap... So yea, a throng of snails crawl in front of me, it's a pity I can't stomp them dead... Plus I was hungry, the weather became warmer, I was wearing my fave white shirt (which meant sweating would result in some indecent exposure... which I don't like) and I don't like to be stinky. Let's face it, even Princesses sweat yea? Unless they get their sweat glands surgically removed and risk having skin cancer...
Yea so when I got to office, I had the urge for Big Breakfast... so poof $ gone. I was suppose to save la!!! *sob* But that's my fault... And yay! Finally can eat with Elmo... *dances around happily* Went to drop off Elmo's books, pity the library cafe (omg, more $ poofing) isn't open. And wth!? The book drop was FULL! What are the librarians doing man... Got time to learn (freakishly sloppy looking) line dance no time to clear book drop... Had to push everything in (I hear books dropping on the floor, but no one was clearing them...) deep inside, so no one can take Elmo's books. But yea minor piss factor.
When I got back, one of the guys was like "Wah, so formal sia, you going Taekwando ah? Wear belt somemore" Er... ok... Let's see *looks at outfit* I'm basically wearing a baggy white shirt that I got from G2000, a pair of black Zara pants and a red scottish print belt around my shirt... Er... IMO, it's not formal yea? Cos scottish print is like, punk. And for goodness sake, it's just a white blouse and black pants. You want formal you go to Admin office yea? Boss's secretary wears a full SUIT and no one's complaining (ok, they are suppose to be in formal... and our contract did say fomral wear only but er... no one cared) Anyways, it's not the first time this style-deficient colleague commented on what I wear (wa, wear skirt sia, go dating ah? Wow so formal today, got meeting ah?) and yea I don't like being put under a spotlight (his comments are loud, and other colleagues (especially a super busybody loudmouthed one), sometimes students, will do a double take on me (and said loudmouth a*hole would give his own 2-cents worth) because of what I (ultra-super-glam fashion designer wannabe) decided to wear the day before (yes yes, I'm freaky, I decide what I wanna wear to work a day in advance... Hey, I got style ok *throws cluster bombs at puking audience*) But said colleague meant no harm. Just hope his GF doesn't mind his needless comments... Or maybe he should learn more tact in commenting...
Arg... *switches mode to analysing self* why am I feeling so pissed off? I mean, the people here are mostly style deficient anyway. And some of them (Pink Fairy mostly) like to make snide comments about my dressing because
1. They don't have style (hey, it's either an in-born talent or you painstakingly flip many many fashion magazine and experiment around). However so, you have my utmost sympathy
2. They can't take my style. Whatever! Just don't cry foul when you see people dressing up like moi in future ok? You have been warned *winks evilly*
3. They are mostly envious I got the guts to wear formal or casual or practically anything I want (that is work-decent-IMO of course).
4. They are envious I can fit into almost anything I want (hey, that takes hardwork and sacrifices, I used to be unable to fit into anything nice too) But this comment only applies to Pink Fairy... who recently gained more weight... oh horror~ Lalala
5. They can't be bothered with dressing up stylishly (applies mostly to said colleague). And this reason gives them absolutely no rights to comment on how I dress. Sitting with style nonchalant people doesn't mean I have to be one. Just as I have maintained my "Studying with guys doesn't mean I have to look like one" mantra painfully for 3 years.
6. They think style == loads of moolah wasted. Er... er... I think even the most un-stylish people I know (except above mentioned colleague) spends more on clothes than moi. Enough said.
On that note, I simply cannot stand style deficient people (mostly people whom I think wears crap, on street, to work etc) commenting on what I wear. And also those who blindly follow current trend and disembowel their selves, and simultaneously try to advice me to follow their path to visual K.O. K.O alright, for those poor souls made to stare at you... Amen to them. Also, although I wear casual to work, you don't see me in torn jeans, baggy T-shirts in different shades of neon, or slippers, beach wear, super low cut, low rised, ultra short or scant pieces of fabrics. For now I can't think of anyone that blatantly breaks decent work ethics and soil my Royal eyes with those things but um... yea I can almost picture some people in those materials... er... hahah *erases freakish thoughts* Um, yea said people can stop commenting on what I wear already. You're automatically barred from my "Respectable Stylish Person" list.
Phew... Finally got that one out... Anyway for those people mentioned in 5 & 6, it's a matter of priorities...
Hurrah Girl power! Hurrah Style power. Muahahaha ok, I'm back to mad Teddy self... wait... Hahaha I never switched self at all. I think. Whatever~