From Genting.
And am I ever glad to be back.
I don't ever want to go there again.
Not until the next 3-5 years.
And amazingly, I didn't purge when coming down the mountain!
I want to live in castle.
It's like, so god damn amazing.
Dungeons, hundreds of rooms, and those spiral stair cases.
If I were a princess, I'll ask my friends to live with me.
We'll ditch those horrendous gowns and those "thee" and "thou".
We'll eat fine food without getting fat, we'll be spies for the king, and embark on dangerous missions and coming back alive.
I'll keep fantasizing.
I'm a bad answer-er.
Ask me a question, the answer either a)never comes out from me b)takes a long time to be given or c) is never a good one.
Thus I can never become a counsellor.
But hey, a forensic physcologist is a total shoo-in for me.
So is a spy.
Because spies never answer questions, hardly.
I'm changing my CCA.
I hope it helps and I've made the right choice.
My mom keeps complaining.
That I don't behave like a girl.
"Girls must sit with their legs close, don't lift up your legs. Girls must be feminine, not like you! Always wear shorts and pants...Girls must sometimes put make up one...Girls...."
There's so many expectations of being a girl.
I hate make up. My pores will never be able to breathe.
The closest I came was putting nail polish on my toes, but put them on my fingers, they'll defunct.
I swear.
And I hate flats.
They make me have blisters and are so warm.
Sneakers, slippers and sandals are the best.
To me.
If you ever see me wear a skirt, that's to please my mother.
But puh-lease, don't get the wrong idea; that I'm a butch or a homo.
I'm perfectly fine and my gender is not in a crisis.
Thank you.
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I'm never going to wear a skinny, for fear that they'll make my butt look big.
Sadly.
I think I've spoken too much about myself.
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Next time, I wouldn't.
Cherie
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