Angel & The B*tch

I am still an advocator of peace and love, but the burn in my chest refuses to take a hike. In fact, it's been escalating for the past 5 hours and before it reaches the peak of Everest, perhaps i should do a BitchAlert and share the latest scoop with you, my favorite friends.

So here goes. I was in a pretty good mood today. J & i were hangin at crocs cos i was desperate for a pair of comfys (honestly, is it THAT comfy?!). i was in some purple maryjanes n was about to turn around to walk over to J's, only to find two slightly plump figures (sigh, check out other post on cherubic bar manager in Timbre,Substation) right in front of my face, blocking my way strategically.

So i went "uhmm..sorry" (read:excuse me). but wow, the shorter one with bitchily arched eyebrows and a makeupshop-ful of cosmetics on (somewhat bringing to mind Stephen King's depiction of the scary clown in horror novel "It") continued to dangle a pair of black men's crocs in front of my face (no shit: 10 cm away from my face) for what seemed like 9 secs. i really dun think im that skinny (not even close), but thanks for the flattery.weird.or maybe shes just ***.

and then she spoke, in bitch accent, "U can just say excuse me u noe."

Hmm..maybe "sorry" just wasn't english. i dun wanna be racist here but seriously, why do they always sound the same when they try 2 be a bitch? Naturally, i walked away with a blank face, saying nothin, just excited to show J the maryjanes and tell her abt Bitch-with-constantly-surprised-look.

i walked back to the same aisle after and, laughin with J, i exclaimed, "Seriously!"This was promptly followed by a "Stupid" from Stephen King's It. Seriously. So i went over to her n said, "Actually, i kinda said a sorry,so.." *shrugs*.

It went "Whateverrr"*rolls eyes* -> Yes it means she's at a loss for words cos obviously her education dint teach her enough vocab and she prolly dusnt know that "sorry" could double up as "excuse me". It's kinda sad. :( But honestly, with her perfectly animated eyebrows, she dusn't need much to tickle us, dus she?

Which also means she lost. I'm kinda mad with myself for not trying to do a bitch back with my famous sarcasm-meets-bimbotic-and-a-flip-of-hair act, reserved for SOS situations like so. I simply walked out, holding my head high, biting my very much quivering lip. J asked if i was okay - no i wasnt - but i walked away anyways. cos "Nice" is a way of life. Rude is for bitches with arched brows and heavy makeup who try to act real cool in front of their boyfriends becos they have no real talent other than saying "whatever" and rolling their eyes so that their eye-whiteness shows and momentarily takes attention off their stupid faces.

Oops. Sorry. So maybe "nice" isn't what this post is about. But well, I am on higher ground still (i think, c'mon!!at least Z thinks so). I have to admit, im still kinda bothered, but let's all have pity on those with eyebrow paralysis.

Be nice!!

Squashed #8 - Midnight Mixtape

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A huge part of me would have loved to delve into the realms of my very current depression, but no, The Mixtape (Mine!), so aptly titled "Oh Cheer Up Now", shall speak on my behalf.

No surprise - none of the songs in there are actually your classic "cheer up oh we feel so good now" songs. In fact, i would think they verge on being kinda-sorta-depressed. And i wonder why.

In any case, i love them all, and they go pretty well with my mood atm. Twas a lousy sunday; twill be a good monday. Have a cheery listen anyways!

P.S. Looking back on my list, it suddenly occurs to me that i might have had subconsciously conjured some themes for the music. And if you would look deeper, you'd see that i've actually bared my soul to the core.