:: Hazard to myself

The difficult thing about being a woman is that it naturally restricts you from travelling alone because of the risk of getting rape. Yalah.. aku dara lagi and I cannot bear my  hymen being savaged by monstrous strangers. Ouch.So, that means I cannot really exercise full use of my passport plus its not that my line of job would allow me to sesuka hati pergi ‘cuti’ kan. My passport will expire in like I think 4 years time. Must utilise it well.

 

I admit Im adventorous but iM ALSO WHAT pINK would describe as a ‘hazard to myself’. Just yesterday I rammed my car against the plastic cones at the divider.. so ladies and gentlemen, if you ever see a carplate number with a partial ‘267’ lying on the road, that’ll be mine. I had to fork 18MYR to get it fixed. haha.

If I had a membership to a gun shooting range club, Id probably be doing a few rounds shooting targets there but here in Kuching, mana ok bende2 nih sume. I dont want paintballing. I want professional shooting. I want to aim with a bow and arrow. I want to ride horses. I want to swim a few laps. I want to tone up my biceps just before I go into Surgery later semata2 untuk riak lengan masa scrub bley? And uuuuuuuhhhh.. this means its time to tone the rectus abdominis and gluteus maximus as well. Yezza. Ha ha ha.. mari gelak macam orang gila yang meroyan.

Oh. and have I mentioned that Im contemplating on getting a pixie cut AGAIn but this time BLEACH it blonde? Im in an emotional crisis. please dont mind me. Its a cyclical thing. Seems to be getting it for every 4 years in the month of  November. Cool. I was a werewolf in my last life. Now reincarnated as a confused, rebellious little spirit. Saiko-centric.

Hurm. Tabacco. Craving for it. Its been 6 years without a ciggie. complexnya kehidupan ini. I need a new environment. Few friends are going to Thailand next year. Sounds interesting. I want to dress like a little man and then suffer from Short Man Syndrome. Meroyan meroyan. Dont mind me again please. Its not the hormones talking. Its the anger that hasnt quite got its aim yet. Im still angry but the problem is he doesnt know that Im really really really mad. urgh. jantan. i am so going to write a book entitled ‘Men were never from Mars, I’ll tell you why’.