Bad Mood

I'm not a good talker. Really. Sometimes, I need to think hard to say something, to give an appropriate reaction. I still prefer to write.

Sorry, I don't mean to treat you like a punching bag. Or, did I? Do I always do that? Had I? I hope you like to listen to me because you are my trusted one. It just some of my ups and downs I never bored to share with you. I hope you never get tired listen to me too. Yet lately, I've been full of downs I just want to share. Why you said you liked it? Your face didn't show you enjoyed it much. Girls know how to read body language and facial expression, don't you know that?

If I tell you, at my young age, I can generalize what kind of person you are, will you believe me? I read a lot about personalities, some psychological topics, am a really good observer with a pretty good hunch. Sanguine, choleric, melancholic and phlegmatic. What kind are you?

Because I'm an introvert. I'm quite fussy of whom to laugh with; people I get along with; whom I should shun; persons I don't want to know of; whom I should disclose to; and those worth to be counted on. Yes, it may takes me some times to trust you, when I know that we're in a different category.

When I become quiet, I'm angry. Really angry that I don't want to lash out. Silence becomes my personal tool to control it. Or you may say "resilience"? Most people see it that way. No?

I don't want to talk about my bosses at my workplace. But this young couple, young bosses, weird me out all the time.

I never like lady boss. Maybe I haven't met one to change my opinion of them. That's all.

Cashiers

 never get trusted.

There are lots of movies out there where, the girlfriend, or the wifey is caught in an inexplicable or enigmatic situation like the house is haunted whenever the hubby is away, or the girlfriend is hunted by a presence, and the boyfriend or the hubby always does the assuring and non-believer character to make the women look like they are just being paranoid, or "lost their marbles" and so the guys never become the "heros" for the heroines to save them out of those phenomenons. So the heroins always end up depend on themselves.

Because men are being said the most rational, whist women are being said too emotional creatures.

I don't have the opportunity to experience Cold War in the 1950's, but lately I feel the cold tension between me and the night-shift cashier, whenever we do closing at the end of my shift. She has been trying to cheat money out of my doing closing and wrong me, which so far, I haven't fallen in her trap.

I told Steve about it. I brought up racial issue at my workplace. I told him that maybe because of different races that she and the others are trying to be mean to me. It happens all the time whenever different races work together, but Steve was being color-blind. Maybe I was being racist and he doesn't get the real situation at my workplace. That's explain I'm the "heroine" have to depend on myself, have to keep myself on guard from those people other than myself (own race).

The cold tension grew between me and her, the cashier was because of how I found out she was trying to frame me, so that she got the advantage - some money from the register. She thought she would succeed in fooling me, but then she was surprised she failed. Her guilty face showed it all. Hence, less exchanges between us since. I'll save the details.

Anyway, I told mom about it. She was so upset and worried that the cashier will keep trying to frame me. But I won't back down. Precaution and vigilance are something I'd get out of this part-time during this school break, which I need to polish up ; )

 Color-blind is something I want to master as well.

Hazel Eyes of A White

on something I found amusing, warm and sweet.

I knew you'd like the aviator I bought for you. It absolutely, handsomely fit on you.

ええ、ハンサムですね！

Dumplings and durians were acquired taste. The island was not pedestrians walkway-friendly and involved lots of jaywalking - I agree. Cars were abounding, and fast. Sorry to see how the traffic made you paranoia. At least we both tried the best Nasi Kandar in the country, best cendul in town, your very first Starbucks coffee and the extravagant, mouth-watering Häagen-Dazs ice-cream...meal. All until you no longer fit into your belt!

It was a fabulous - give it high rated - date with stars, stars, stars, I never had in my life, seriously. Thank you, an out of this world memory you gave me! I knew I like you even before that. So, the statement we made of each other proved us right, riiiight? And thank you, for not being upset over the people cheering on the Euro TV across the street at 2 AM.

Hope you really enjoyed the time, being with me!

See you soon, love!