Sometimes we don’t realise how much we say until after you shut up you realise how quiet it is and how much you’ve been talking…

I have a problem of blabbing. You know… people ask me one question, and I go on and on and on about everything and anything I know. Sometimes not even answering the question.

For example, someone asked me today, “Do you play badminton?” My answer went something along the lines of this… “I don’t have a badminton raquet. So I haven’t played recently. But yea i guess i can play. I can hit the shuttle. but thats really about it. im not good at it.”

Then he decided to remind me what his original question was and how my first answer of “I dont have a badminon raquet” doesn’t even come close to answering the question. I could have just said “yes” or “no”. End of story.

Of course we all just laughed at it at that point cuz I realised how silly my answer sounded and I laugh at anything and everything around some people anyway. But it didnt just end there… The entire conversation went on prety much like that. Didnt help that there were two other people around the same table as well. I think i was speaking about 40% of the time, he was speaking about 45% of the time, and the other two people shared about 15% of the conversation. I take comfort in believing that he spoke more than me But that could be the fact that he’s sort of appears to be the middle person between us four. If you know what I mean.

So. My problem is: I talk too much. I talk about myself too much although I have been complaining a certain someone has been doing that too much and it pisses me off. So imagine what these other people might think of me!? I talk about what I do, what I like to do, what im going to do, what I think i might want to do… and the list goes on. I mean, I try to ask questions too… but Im trying to convince myself right now that the reason why I end up talking again even after i asked my question, is because the other responses were very short. And what they said made me think of stuff to say! i mean, sometimes we just have a lot in common, or some things lead to you remembering stuff~

Arh. Here again im talking about myself being such a chatterbox and telling people too much.

I never learn my lesson do I?

I’ve recently found myself overusing these phrases…

“that’s odd”

“see you around!”

“that’s awesome”

Agh. I need to stop. Sometimes, maybe. But repeating the same thing over and over again to different people gets on my nerves. But its like word vomit. It just comes out.

My eyes have also recently stumbled upon a particular XY species. I know absolutely nothing about him except that he’s now a MySA member thanks to three of his very hillarious friends. Was hoping to bump into them again today at the Magill roadshow, but no such luck. I swear he looks very familiar though. I might have seen him before, maybe at the roadshow last year. It just bothers me that I know nothing about him. Not even a name! Need. To. Stop. Thinking. About. It.

While you’re here, why not check out a new site I stumbled upon. I promise you won’t regret it.

Have a nice day!

All it took was a good day at work with people I like working with… and I’m happy again

I’m annoyed at the fact that it takes me one entire year to feel comfortable in a new place though.

Ever since I was a child, I’ve been like this. When I moved to Sibu, I was quiet in primary one but when i got to primary 3, I got told off for talking too much. Then we left.

When we moved to Kuantan, I was a nobody in primary 4. In Primary 5,i sang Spice Girls songs with my friends really loudly in class. In primary 6, I became prefect. I was hoping to bring all that to secondary school and become someone from the start… but then we left.

When i arrived in Seoul, i was the odd one. I dressed funny, i spoke funny, i was malaysian but i’m chinese and i don’t speak chinese. No one can comprehend that (until now…) But i was THE ODD ONE. I had ONE friend for half the year. the other half i found some other odd people to be friends with. The next year, it started rather slow but by the end of the year, i was on top of the world. Then we left.

I started at UWC Singapore. And the same thing happened. By High School I felt like it was MY school. I’ve contributed so much, taken so much, and my life wouldnt be the same without that school… I was everything I wanted to be. 

I guess I should just be really glad that my school life ended on a high.

Uni was a whole different situation. Everyone was new. But then came work… And once again I found myself falling into an environment where everyone seems to know each other and I’m the strange newbie.

So now, after one whole year, I’ve finally got some contacts, some phone numbers, and some facebook friends from work… Then I tell myself ‘If only I had tried getting contacts earlier…” But you know, its easier said than done.

What’s frustrating right now though, is that I’ve been waiting for the day when C gets back to Adelaide. But now that she’s coming back in a few days time, I’ve actually found new friends I could call when i’m bored…

Oh well, things don’t always happen the way we want it to. At least we still have a month holiday before uni starts. Plus I know that some friends I’ve recently made will be here for at least another year