-.-

and i haven't blogged in a thousand years.

my apologies.

i've been..

busy.

Well anyway,

here's the story.

After Dinner at Donut Factory this evening,

we dropped by Spinelli for some coffee.

and the table beside us sat 3 male specimens.

apparently they were studying me and calling me butch.

LOL.

thanks ah.

I walked off.

Got onto the train,

and this middle-aged guy was studying me,

up, down, left, right, behind, in front.

Dear sir,

i'm female. You don't have to scrutinize me like that.

tilting your head all the way to the right to look at my ass and then back to the left to check if i've boobs.

like dude, seriously.

if you wanna do that, at least do it a little more discreetly.

thanks huh.

I'm sick and tired of people

telling me that i look like a guy,

people asking my mum what happened to me, what's up with that hairstyle, telling her that they think that she has a problem kid or smth.

tired of people calling my butch,

tired of girls staring at me when i step into the ladies,

tired of trying to make my hair grow longer, faster.

tired of all the insults,

tired of everything.

you don't have to tell me that i look like a guy.

i do realize.

so do me a favor and shut up.

i'm being kind enough to not slap your face when you say that.

you know how many people have already stopped me to tell me that?

so please stop being so ignorant, obnoxious, unthoughtful.

i have feelings too.

it's not nice of you to say that.

maybe i should turn anorexic or something.

then you guys will have something to talk about.