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    Monday, July 03, 2006

    I'll seriously do that if you don't.

    Well, I was (and still am lah) in dire need of a job and I suddenly remembered about my relief teaching application sometime back. Usually, when I log in, it will say that my application is still under consideration. I have no inkling whatsoever, as to what's taking them so damn long to either approve or reject my application. It has been almost 7 months yah. Anyway, back to the logging in part. But last night left me completely baffled and bewildered la sehhhhh. I have no recollection drafting a new application and saving it to submit at a later date, and there it was, a notice telling me to submit that drafted application.

    And here's the real issue; when I tried to log in again to submit that elusive drafted application, the same notice appears.

    How it got to that is far beyond my capacity to imagine. It's just very menghairankan.

    And do you want to know what else has been bothering me the entire week? Well, I'll tell you anyway.

    I am sure most on my msn contact list would have noticed something along the lines of apparently, I'm too boyish. I wasn't out to seek pity so that people would finally come to realise that I am a girl afterall, and a sensitive one at that. I was, to say the least, peeved. I doubt the remark was a tongue-in-cheek because I was told by 2 males that I was too boyish for girlfriend material. Well, if you think that I'm hard-up for a relationship with you, I've got news for you - I'm not that into you.

    I'm not unhappy because these ass of a monkey don't think I'm girlfriend material. I couldn't care less. I'd be happier without them anyway. I'm just not particularly too pleased with the whole you're too boyish thing. Just because I occasionally burp out loud doesn't make me any less of a girl. Just because I don't make any first move, doesn't me any less of a girl. Just because I watch soccer with so much passion and cry when my team gets eliminated doesn't make me any less of a girl. Hell, a lot of other girls cry too when they watch soccer but they're still very much girls. So I don't wear a skirt and suddenly I become boyish? I watch soccer and my life momentarily pretty much revolves around soccernet, and I am too boyish for your liking? I don't go for pedi-mani so I'm not good enough for you?

    Boys, girls have evolved. We do watch soccer. We have the liberty to choose between pants and skirts. And some of us are blessed with nice finger and toe nails. So what exactly does being a girl mean? Do I have to pretend to be all manja and smile coyly when I'm around boys? Laugh with sheer subtlety and portray extreme demureness? Give up soccer and tune in to whatever girly shows they have on tv these days? Well, if I do any of these 3, I dare say that I would be lying to myself. I'm not going to start going for pedi-mani just so boys will like me, nor am I going to watch less soccer and more ditzy reality shows starring equally ditzy brats. So, get over it.

    It's good enough I put on clothes and smell nice. hur hur hur. Some of you don't even smell nice and half of you, well, I'm not entirely sure if you're wearing clothes.

    hur hur hur.

    And at least I can cook, wash and iron. Hmmm. And I'm smart (well, I'd like to think that I am).

    HAHAHA. -_-

    Kwinella @ 2:38 PM!