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I wanna be an ostrich
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At least i could bury my head into the sand and stay there when the need arises. Sometimes , i really feel that Murphy's law does exist.

What the fark is Murphy's law , you ask.

Let me tell you.


If anything can go wrong, it will

Take the famous buttered toast example. Buttered toast ALWAYS falls on the buttered side. Just like when you are wearing your oldest pair of socks with all the holes in it and you wish that there would be no occasion to take your shoes off , suddenly your boss invites you to his place for dinner.

Okay , i disgress.

Back to me. So yeah , so Murphy's law dictates the abovementioned. Today , i had an absolute bad hair , bad make up , bad everything day.

My hair was bad. It has two very prominent cow licks and it just felt downright messy.

My make up was bad. My eyebrow wasn't drawn well and my sparse brows looked as if they were balding , and i was feeling miserly when i was applying my blusher in the morning so i looked liked a pale insipid piece of walking flesh.

And bad everything. I wore a horrible red camisole that was hurriedly ironed and worn because i was in a rush to get to work and it so happened that the striking red fabric caught my eye and i didnt even bother to check out my reflection.

And yeah. I was feeling utterly spiteful and tantrum-prone that morning. And out of all the other mornings where i looked much better , i had to meet HIM with his GIRLFRIEND on the bus.

Oh good lord !

I had to meet my second ex boyfriend , Derek , the very person i had been playing hide and seek with for the past year.

I was so miffed i tried to look nonchalent praying hard that he would not see me but of course , he saw me and so did his girlfriend. Imagine my tremendous luck when most of the passengers suddenly alighted and all of a sudden i was standing next to HIM ( he was seated). I swear i really wish the ground would open and swallow me up. He must have been thinking "What the fuck was i thinking the last time ?!"

Maybe i was being too sensitive , but did the smile he gave me was tinged with sympathy ? Did i actually saw his girlfriend snigger ? I didnt really bother , all i wanted to do was to fuck off that bus. Which i did the next stop.

Why oh why did i have to see HIM in my pathetic state ? Why couldn't i just bump into him when i'm dressed to kill with a hunk hanging from my arms as the final touch ? I could be the bitch and give him the treatment , complete with that haughty toss of the head and the deliberate blink of the eyes but not when you're feeling like you've just emerged from some slimey smelly alley.

GLOOM.

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Afterthoughts 15 mins later ... :

I know i know , i sound like a complete bitch who's still bitter about a failed relationship but thats not it ! What i really want , is to let him know , i'm keeping up fine , that its his loss we broke up. Maybe i'll go for plastic surgery and increase my bust size to a DD , and thats the day when i'll dress like a whore with my boobs almost spilling out from my low cut top , march up to him and knock him flat with my supersized boobs. Haha. Kiddin.