11.10.2008

I'm weird. There are things depressing me. But I don't want to talk about it. I never want to talk about these things that depresses me so much that I don't feel like talking about it. I just want to sit around with 1,2 or 3 of my good chums with a beer/green tea frap/what have you, stare at the sea and say nothing.

Oh, my poor friends. They'll be so bored.

I'm just rambling...and I'm going to ramble on.

I don't really like to talk. I like to be alone. I only like the company of exclusively-selected people. The rest of the world can go and die.

Despite having a sister, I loved to play alone. Just give me my toys and I can sit in one corner and play quietly by myself. I played Polly Pocket alone the WHOLE DAY. My mom was telling me I would keep talking to myself while moving those little choke-able figures around. I had SO MUCH fun. I can read and read my Enid Blytons for hours and hours. I'm happy like that. JUST DON'T DISTURB ME.

I like being in my own world.

I believe I have different quotas to the number of words I speak a day. Some days, I just can't stop talking, I have so much to say! Be it coherent, incoherent, logical, crappy, philosophical, out-of-the-world. (Just ask Bear). But there are days, I would just sit there, with absolutely NOTHING to say. You can imagine me desperately clawing for words (in time of need, e.g. work, awkward silences), like how an asthmatic kid would grasp for air.

I hate disturbances. Especially when they come in the form of NOISE, TAIWANESE NEWS PROGRAMME, NON-STOP LOUD YAKKING PARENTS/NEIGHBOURS/KIDS, etc. I hate anything that disrupts what I intend to do/think/say/whatever I like. But really, 100% of the time, NOISE is something that never fails to get on my nerves. SO INTRUDING!

See? I told you, I like to live in my little world.

ninnnnniee bitChed madly at 9:23 PM