The Scribblings On The Wall...

Someone once asked me, "Don't you ever want to try alcohol once in your life?"

My answer was "No". It still is no and will always be no.

I know a few people close to me who drink but I've never been tempted to try. I mean, I am one of those few people that can get high just by drinking plain water, so no, I don't feel the need to drink alcohol. The effects might be too scary.

Just ask anyone who's been there about what happens when I drink coffee. Or Spritzer Pop. Or when I get sugar in my system. I can giggle the whole night.

Oh yes, it's very scary.

A few people have asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

My answer: "No. I've never had one"

And they'll be like, "You've never had one????"

And they'll give me this look that I translate as the "is-this-girl-lesbo-or-what" look.

Apparently I'm not the only one with the problem. A lot of people seem to think that if a girl my age does not have a boyfriend, they're lesbo. And it doesn't help my case that most of my close friends are girls.

But funnily, if a guy my age takde girlfriend, takde pulak orang ingat dia gay even if 95% of his friends are guys.

Like I said, I HATE ALL THESE FUCKING DOUBLE STANDARDS.

I know that I'm too picky for my own good. And I know I've said this countless times, but I don't think there's anything wrong with being picky.

I know I'm gonna sound selfish saying this, but I am sick of being a bloody caretaker. I've been taking care of my siblings for almost all of my life, so I'd like to have someone taking care of me for once.

Mind you, I didn't say I was waiting for someone who looks like Brad Pitt because I have looked at myself in the mirror and I know I'm not exactly in the running for the World's Most Gorgeous title.

Is it so wrong for me to ask for a guy who can be my rock?

And I also have this teensy problem with guys that are affected by the "I'm-always-right" syndrome. It annoys me to no end, especially when you know they're wrong.

Sometimes I feel like I see more boys pretending to be men than actually seeing real men. Some of them don't grow up, they just grow old.

Another question I get asked often is, "Do you mind if I smoke here?"

Usually I'll just smile and shake my head, but the fact is, I do mind if people smoke in front of me. The act of smoking still disturbs and disgusts me.

I cried when one of my closest friends told me she smoked. It startled the both of us when the tears started rolling down my cheeks. I still remember when and where that happened.

I can somewhat tolerate the act of smoking, but if possible, please don't do it in front of me. I hate seeing those things. And I don't want to die of secondhand smoke.

Please respect that.