Fay Chiam!
I speak and write English, and only English.
I love stuffing my face with strawberries, God, going shopping and pigging out with girlfriends, chilling with bfriend, making Dad and Mom happy, hitting my brother, singing out-of-tune birthday songs at family gatherings, eating sorbet, flowers, flooding my bed with soft toys, sticking things on my wall, waking up early to a quiet house, travelling aimlessly, music you can bang your head to, Paramore, Uglydolls, getting engulfed in a good book, standing for what I believe in, running around like a retard in the rain, long colourful socks, scaring little brats, Tom Yum Ramen (!), snapping photos everywhere, befriending teachers, singing, scaring birds away, putting a heck lot of toothpaste on my toothbrush, cotton candy, screaming in delight, buttered broccoli, supermodels, repainting my nails every other day, candles, replacing water with juice, mopping the floor, my favourite rag dolls, unnecessarily decorating my notes, packing salad for recess, hopping around with my mother when we’re high.
I hate bean sprouts, popularity contests, my inability to get muscles, MOE’s system, repeating myself, judgemental people, being treated like a piece of meat, messy hair, bad posture, crying, lizards, guys who can’t keep their hands to themselves, walking into doors, the upstairs neighbour who drags furniture around in the middle of the night, cheap girls, purple and black striped shirts/tees/jackets/jeans, when my contacts just won’t stick to my eyes, slow traffic, unhygienic people, doing the dishes, waiting for people, trouble makers, migraines, picking out bones from fish, people who act noble, screaming running crying kids, flying cockroaches, being woken up by my mother’s students murdering the piano, crowded buses with pushy aunties, rumour spreaders who really have nothing else to do with their pathetic lives, people who reply with a “You called?” after miss-calling him/her a kazillion times, chinese pretty boys, favouritism.
