the threads in her head

Gutsy-

Hiiiii! My name is Maria. Seriously, I don't like this name much. The sophisticated way of calling it is so... well, sophisticated. And the normal way of calling it is rather maid-sy.

But I don't mind that much I guess. It's fun! And I've accquired this Filipino accent. Well... it is rather fake, and rather lousy too. But it sure is great to make people laugh.

People like to throw things at me. Noo no. Not tomatoes and rotten eggs etc. But soft things. Pencil cases? Yep. They like to aim it at me. It's mainly to provoke me really, to make me scream. I scream out all kind of stuff. "Mummyyyy... it's over!!" "HWA CHONG!" Hee.

I'm tall, so I attract a lot of attention. They say if I go to America, there would be people who are as tall as me, and my height is just normal there. But I'm thinking if I really do go there, my looks would be different too. And my english is not articulated too accurately - english is after all a second language for me in a sense, I didn't really pick it up until I started attending pre-school.

Of course, I can go China, after all, there's tall people there too. But I don't pronounce chinese too accurately. Was never taught to focus on such stuff from young. It's ok at times, bad at others. This China guy once commented on my chinese, "how come it's so good all of a sudden." Oh well. We did have a good laugh over it though.

Last Saturday, I won a pandan leaf plant. Or whatever it is called.. I'm not too sure. They were asking questions, and poor them! No one was answering. Erm, I didn't know they were giving out a plant as a prize though. So they pointed to me and my friend and I shouted out the answer, and they went, "please come up to stage to collect your pandan leaf." Horror! Shock! Bah. I did go up though. Short people, tsk tsk. Haha.

Thankfully, my teacher was there too, and I passed it to him, and he promised to give it to another teacher. Whewww. I wished my mom would let me grow a plant or keep a pet though. Problem is, she throws a fit over such stuff. Sigh. There's no life at all in my house when only I am left in the house.

Oh hey, I do have to go now. See ya.


Does it seem like a different writing style? 41 minutes spent on it. Hmm.