What I am made of

Sugar and spice and everything nice? Nah, who am I trying to kid?

*lol*

I've come to realise that I should stop deluding myself, that I'm a nice person. No, although I don't consider myself to be on the malicious end of the spectrum, I don't quite exactly fall into the angelic category either. Short of being a sweetie pie, which I should actually try to be one, I always knew that I have a sharp tongue and sometimes, can say the most sarcastic of things at the wrong time. On good days, I am all smiles, and well, let's just put it as you would never want to get me on a bad day. I consider myself an intellect, in terms of deciphering underlying messages from what people say. Of course, "track record" has it that I'm more often wrong than not.

I can be a gan-cheong spider at times, which is an ironic juxtapose considering the ah-pek at the train station actually walks faster than me. I can't stand Singlish, yet I'm writing it now. I like people but I dislike the noise that comes with it. I miss my family and my friends; I can't wait to go home though I always choose to leave home for prolong periods of time.

So while I continue fathoming about what I am made of, maybe you should too. *wink*