Where did my privacy go?

by zia at 06:19 PM on June 04, 2001

I am currently spinning around my chair in the Law library. Fix me now, I wish you could.

Hmm. My head feels heavy. It always does. Must be the junk that I tote around, or was it the dissonance that weigh this much?

I find Once A Upon A Time anything but absorbing. Obviously I was born somewhere sometime to somebody doing something of somewhat. And yes, the girl continues to live, breathing in and out every single day. Naturally.

Still, I should know better. You need more. Right.

I simply adore animals. But I can't afford keep them. No, actually, they won't let me. The last one died laughing at my frantic endeavor trying to change the damn channel on the telly, only to find that I was actually choking the buttons out of my poor black cordless phone… To say I'm plain silly is an outright understatement. But the other way round won't do me justice either. Because of my current state of mind, I always feel THIS small. * squeak *

I get odd joys out of mowing lawns. Simply relish those 'Whoops' moments. "Whoops, there goes the hose…Whoops, my mom's roses!….Whoops, where's the neighbor's cat?!" Fascinating time killer indeed.

I'm Chinese-educated. Another fact that often catches people off-guard. The perception of Chinese in Malaysia ( Yes, Zia is Malaysian made ) is pretty paradigmatic. A Chinese-ed is supposed to yak in Mandarin ALL the time, and speaks horrendous English. Conversely, if you speak good English, they will expect you to have forgotten or speak no Mandarin at all as you have been 'English-fied'. I refused to subscribe to either of these stripes. Zia offers no funky reasons.

As I grow older, things come at a higher price while the quality plummets. That's why I'm still living like an 18 year old like I did 2 years ago simply because I couldn't afford and refused to submit to anything less than my individual yardstick. I talk too much and yet I don't talk enough. I can't help but admit that my literary prowess ( what prowess? ) is very much confined to creative writing. How thought provoking. Not! I doubt my capacity to generate philosophical or even politically laced pieces akin to the meritable works of snaggle and mg. I just can't find a common ground with logic. Especially when it is used against me. Right, I can always try to accomodate any request for pieces of the above mentioned genre but will accept no liabilty to bogged down IQ levels, paralyzed facial muscles and any related disorders ( however far-fetched ) due to digesting my sappy/prodigious/sheepheaded/

flabbergasting/wanky attempts. Laughing discreetly with your fat index finger pointing at my work is strictly prohibited as I would/might not find it insulting. Believe me, a red face angry chinese girl is not a pretty sight at all.

There is this big annoying dude standing next to me who kept staring at my screen while waiting for the printer to spit out his printing. I just gotta stop right here or I will be damned compelled to yak about his stubby smelly fingers. * tries to slap the offending hand*

Wait, I take that hand spanking thing back. He looks humongous. Don't forget, zia at the moment, is THIS small.

Pity pity me...>_<