I watch my sis expertly put the liner on her eye and groan inwardly as i stare at the HUGE plaster on my leg. On my flight back home i had my mind fogged with visions of me partying, shopping and sitting in mocha with my friends...but half of my holidays have gone already and here i am sitting on my bed with the laptop on my knees..turning to blogging to keep my sanity. Because i know if i have to watch one more re-run of scrubs or friends i will just lose it..so this is not how i imagined my trip back home to be..comming home for the first time in six months since signing my scholarship deed, i kinda imagined it differently..like me in my sis's place perhaps.

But no such luck..i guess that's what happens when u tell a shopoholic that she can blow up 15000 bucks in 15 days...she breaks a leg.literally. So here i am, sitting online for the 10th time in the day with a HUGE plaster, extended leave from school and bed sores...:(:(

So i just decide to pick up any topic to write about. My boredom is ULTIMATE. I look up at my sis again as she steadily approaches an impeccable look and turn in dismay to my laptop again. It seems to be my date for tonite. Just like it had been for the night before and before that. How badly a plaster ruins a persons life i now realize. It ruins my social life here beyond repair. and it ruins the social life of other people in Singapore too. Just one twist of fate
so..
Si just pick up a random topic from a conversation i had with my friend on msn recently. He asked my how i would like to be asked out by a guy...and i said, in a straight forward manner, upfront. And then he asked me how i would ask a guy out, and i said like any self respecting girl would say, I'm NEVER gonna ask a guy out. it goes totally against my ego..which is when he goes like and how is then a guy supposed to know that u like him? and i said that its up to him to figure out. Which is when my very disgusted interrogator said" girl psychology" and left the topic.
which is why i wonder. Is it really that hard to understand. I mean if we tell a guy we like him then whats even the point of trying to get him to ask you out?
I am fully aware of the bimbosity and randomosity of this topic yet at this time no other topic comes to my mind.
Maybe guy brains are too small to understand girl games. It is true. I mean what is so hard in it. Its is like a mono-programmed thing, see-like-talk-like more-flirt-positive-ask out
which is what i explained to my friend. and his next question made me realize that i was pursuing a pointless topic and made me lose all faith in the male species. "so how do we come to know a girl is flirting?"
Maybe i will ask out the guy of my dreams. It seems to be a safer bet.