I have moved.

My new blog address will be at http://thetragicmagic.blogspot.com
At first, it was just me.
Then, it was Elle and Ry.
And now, you have us, and Jacob too :)

Cya on The King, The Queen And The Anarchist.

Alaine. Once more?

And so, I've been quite pissed off with my friends for various reasons, which is surprising considering they're part of the few closest people I have in poly (since I see their fat asses everyday).

I don't know, I feel under-appreciated, sickly and icky.

Well I know I'm biting off more than I can chew, what with my huge workload and all, but couldn't you guys be more understanding? You're my friends. You of all people should be more understanding.

I have many commitments because my portfolio has- no, must be awesome because my grades can't cut it and I need the something extra, and my workload is of ALOT OF IMPORTANCE compared to the other shit you guys are involved in so just shut. up.

I am tackling so much compared to all of you put together so STOP BEING CONDESCENDING.

And stop trying to be me.


ME

- the one who speaks uncomfortable truths when needed
- the impersonal one
- the one who separates work and personal life
- the one you think is bitchy.


I AM NOT BITCHY.

Just because I can be painfully blunt, just because I am not afraid of what people who don't matter think of me, IT DOES NOT MEAN I AM A BITCH.

For your information, I don't bitch about the friends in my clique.

Ahem.


YES. I don't. I don't like having secrets from each other, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?

I don't like being rude and I don't like having to listen to most of your crap.
And then I feel bad when I'm talking to the other party.

SO STUPID.

You guys are now cranky FOR NO VALID REASON, snapping so easily.

People are afraid I'd snap just because I snapped once. IT DOES NOT MAKE IT COOL OR ACCEPTABLE FOR YOU TO SNAP EASILY, because I have fucking high tolerance level for all of you so you damn well SUCK IT UP. You guys are rude, because yes, Khalisah is impersonal, she takes things with a pinch of salt, STILL, IT DOESNT HURT FOR YOU TO BE NICE.

When I tell you that you have to look out for yourself, I did not say step on other people to move up.

Just because, I'm alright now, and have relatively nobody to be angry with, you call me an "angel"? I'm trying to be an angel now? Bullshit.


Stop overdoing the vulgarity, stop overdoing everything I do, STOP IT.

Fucking annoying.





I do not want to waste money seeing a doc regarding my sleeping disorder, lethargy, stuttering heart and breathlessness. I am late for class everyday SO WHAT? HOW IS IT YOUR PROBLEM? DOESNT AFFECT YOU DOES IT?

Sure I forgot that I had to bring my laptop for you guys when I agreed I would BUT I WAS SICK THAT DAY AND I HAVE BEEN BRINGING MY LAPTOP FOR YOU EVERYDAY ANYWAY. Is one day such a big deal? You complain that I don't do any work, because the work is for 2 persons and I am the 3rd person in the group? So whatever really, I cannot be bothered anymore and I needed a rant so badly because I havent had time to blog at all. So this rant is a belated rant BUT WHATEVER.



I feel better now.

On Sat, after debate Interpoly's (I missed the finals because) I went to JB, M'sia for wedding prep shopping and visited my grands, of which I AM WORRIED FOR THEM because I think, they're ill, but keeping quiet about it.

Granddad can't see. I don't think he can drive anymore, he shouldn't really. He couldn't even spray insecticide into the hole in the gate properly... he missed, and he drives on the line and sways, UGH SO DANGEROUS. I should tell my aunts about this.


Red Camp is in 2 days, I'll miss school for that, meh, but woo.
Lmao.


OH I got a new shawl :) Pretty. I need shoes. And my battery is dying..

And I still havent created the party blog yet :(

Where did my time go :(




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I don't need a break, I need a freaking holiday.

elle and the other elle.

the other elle.

broke the rules.

lied.

did something.

and something.

and something.

and fuck yeah something.

elle.

fucking busy.

has a lot to say.

but does not have time to blog.

me.

ryan.

is helping her out.

awesome shnitzle pop.

period.

And so I turned and said,"Excuse me but I think the guy in front of me is a perv."

I was on my way home one evening. I boarded the train at Dover MRT station. I sat down.

This cute guy entered the train a coupla stations later, and sat next to me.


WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


Anyway.


Suddenly, this weird looking guy in some maroon-ish clothes that looked like some kinda uniform sat in the seat across me. Now, it was a two seater kind seat in the trains, you know? the one near the joints of the train? (If you're in Singapore you'd know -.-)

So that guy, was sitting veerrryyy close to the woman beside him. TOO CLOSE.
He had about five inches of space to his right but noooooo, he squeezed himself as close as possible to her.


In less than a second, I have named him "Perv".


Now, I have encountered several incidents too many to be considered lucky. In fact, I am UNLUCKY because I have been molested thrice, ogled at 6 times, commented on twice, flashed at once, grinded against three times in public transportation vehicles and the ones at the party does not count so I refuse to give a number to that.


Perv then took out his handphone and held it in a peculiar fashion but from my fantastic observational skillz (yeh bebeh) it would allow his handphone camera a nice view of her tits.

I deduce, he is recording her.

Now Perv, shamelessly does this in front of me.
So I gave him my bitch face.
But he stares at me expressionlessly.
Which scares me.
Because,
if I give you a bitch face, indicating that I CAN FUCKING SEE YOU AND KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON (regardless of my experience and expertise in perverts) and you are still thick-skinned enough to return the stare expressionlessly.

You, are a pervert...


...WITH ISSUES.


See, a coward would flinch and try to make it less obvious, or even be deterred from continuing...
but a psycho is a psycho.


And I don't deal with psychos.


Everytime, I'm in a situation with a pervert, I desperately wish, that some kind soul would be looking out for me and witnessing everything just in case, but no. No one ever came to my rescue.

Sad.

So I turned to CuteBoi who was sitting next to me (shuddup, I'll name him whatever I want).


And I said,

"Excuse me, but I think the guy in front of me is a perv."



Cuteboi turned his head and looked me in the eyes.


"Yeah, I realized that."

"THANK GOD, I thought I was the only one freaking out."

"He's sitting too close to her, I noticed."

"Ridiculously close, he has five inches of space next to him. What do you think he's doing with his phone?"

"I think he's recording her."

"That pervert. Which stop are you getting off at?"

"Bedok. Why?"

"I'm gonna alight soon, so could you help me keep a look-out for her? Just in case he does anything."

"Yeah sure no problem. I'm staring at him now."

"Me too, but he's unaffected. Shit. What if he follows me out?"

"Don't worry, if he does, I'll follow you."

"Woah, and you'll end up on the purple line, but thanks."

"It's no problem. Maybe you should go up to her, pretend she's your friend."

"But he'd totally know, caz she'd be all 'huh? who're you?' you know?"

"What if he's innocent?"

"HELLO. I'm a girl. I can spot this from a mile away. And I think this is obvious enough."

"Aiyah..."



We then started discussing ploys and methods as to HOW to get the poor woman outta her position, because we are cowards who have never faced this sorta situation before, so we do not dare confront the pervert.

I watched in sick disgust as Perv glanced at Poor Woman's boobs again.


So badly, did I want to just get up and drag her out but just as I was summoning up the courage to do so (just like how I summoned up the face to talk to CuteBoi) Poor Woman stood up abruptly, and walked to down the aisle and sat somewhere else.


"OMG she's awesome I love her."

"Sigh, finally it's over."

"Do help me watch out for him. In case he starts following either one of us."

"Yup, no problem, I will."

"Okay, it was nice talking to you, I have to go."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"I hope so," I mumbled," and thanks! Byee!"

"Byee," he nods his head.








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I should have done something.

Honestly? I'm quite irritated with everyone.

I've been too busy to blog, no surprises there. I'm so tired really, Interpoly's this Saturday, And And And I am SO NOT READY can?

fuck la.




Oh well what to do.


Everyone around me is changing, and I'm changing too but not significantly, actually, I lied, very significantly indeed.
I feel like I've just entered a very ugly world, where nobody bothers being nice for the sake of being nice. An ugly ugly world. The issue with my parents remain unresolved. As always. But that's nothing new either.

I've turned into a social butterfly, like seriously, and I kinda like it but, I'm starting to want to distance myself with my clique for... various reasons.

YOU KNOW WHAT?
I'm just gonna come out and say it.


I don't care if this is gonna cause tensions.

I DONT CARE.

(Is this the right thing to do?)


Wait, lemme have a mental debate with myself before I come out and say it.
And I need to think how I'm going about to address this new issue of mine too.


I'll blog about the cute guy and the perv later.
Party post will be on a secret blog (yes, another one) of which you will have to personally ask me for it, and I will decide if I wanna give you the link (I am not afraid to say no to your fat face so no offence if I do, it's just me and my privacy issues) Ryan is automatically in :D I miss you, poopy.


*please hold on a moment, as I indulge in my mental debate*
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*okay please wait till my next post then*




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Whatever people. Whatever.

I did something stupid. Eeek.

Okay, so we were shopping for Halloween costumes to rent. (I finally picked one out after everyone pressured me into getting it. I hope I still get free admission O_O Maybe I might post pictures of the partay)

And I was trying out this Arabian/ belly dancer set that Sean picked out for me. Sean the idiot wanted me to try out one with pointy boobs wtf, which I obviously violently objected to even touch.

And the dressing rooms were just mini cubicles with full length mirrors covered by a FLIMSY PIECE OF CLOTH, so I was pretty jumpy about my privacy.

When suddenly, one of the very gay salesperson yelled in a singsong voice.

"Excuse meee! I'm coming in!"

He said while he was standing right outside my cubicle.





SO, I shrieked.


And everyone outside laughed and laughed.


And no, he did not come in, I guess he was talking about something else.
Lmao, I am so beyond ridiculous.



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Omg that's really hot.

Blocked you.

Remember when my classmates were bitching about me for a year? And I didn't do anything about it until Valerie did something really stupid? Valerie insulted my principles. Now, I can revise my principles, I can go against them and beat myself up for it. But you don't insult my principles. Jacob did something stupid. And I don't bear grudges but I'm pissed, so well, fuck yeah I'm not talking to him for a week. Congratulations Jacob. You "pushed my button". Kudos, Mr Profiler. I'm sure I'm a wonderful source of amusement. You can fuck yourself, you son of a bitch.




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Insulting my principles, I'm not that hard to figure out. Probably the asian equivalent to a dumb blond no? You think too highly of yourself. Shameless.