First, let me start by saying that this picture has absolute no connection to what I am about to write (which I have no clue just yet) but it was something I took today when I went to a place call Wonderland in Telford Town Centre. (I will put more pictures after this). Just that I found this picture so funny. FYI, Wonderland is where they bring the nursery rhymes to life and this was taken from the 3 little pigs. The wolf is conspiring how to cook the piggies when he gets them.
Anyway... My mind has been a jumble these pass few days. It has bee happening quite often. I think that is what happens when you decide to spend time listening to your own thoughts. I can't excatly remember what they are now as I am still trying to put them in place. I know I am getting a bit tired. It is getting very tiring trying to be the talker and the initiator. This is when I know for a fact that I have gone from extrovert (which I would have been 5 years ago) to confirmed introvert. All the hellos and how are yous and how are your aches and pains are driving me insane. Lets also not forget that young ppl here are so annoying. I can't figure a word for them... but I think if I can, it will be 'I'm too good to be breathing the same air as you'. By this, let me clarify, I don't mean my kids in church. My kids... welll I will talk about them later.
Anyway... the 'i am too good for the world' ppl... these are some of the kids I meet in the college I am at every Wednesday. First of all, their english is like our local malays speaking in their twangs... I have no clue what they are saying half the time. Then they speak so softly (or maybe I am getting old - these kids are below 20) and I can't hear them. And then they sit amongst themselves and speak... and I am sitting there trying to facilitate the session. I am thinking to myself, if you want to speak amongst yourselves, don't join the session! Go home! Go sit under a tree and hear yourself speak!
Yes as you can see, I am not the cheeriest of ppl today. Just the various young ppl walking in Telford Town Centre and they really scared me. Forget the fact that kids as young as 10 are like'oh-my-gawd-I-am-so-like-totally-gorgeous-you-know' and take more interest in how they dress by comparison to me. My greatest worry right now is finding clothes to match and to make sure my ample posterior is well hidden OR well complimented by my clothes. But sometimes I wonder why I care cos I am like middle size here anyway. And I worry sometimes if my jeans is too low in the back and my panties will peek out and say hi to the world. But why should I worry when girls (and boys) are wearing items low specifically for the reason of showing their undies to the world. Today, at the train station... definately for the world to see... pink panties and then when she reached behind I thought she was going to pull her pants up which by the way had a belt on it... but no... she pulled her panties higher. I was like 'why you wearing pants for!?' But wait! Lets not discriminate... it is not just the english ppl that are doing it! Malaysians are doing that as well thanks to the hip hip wannabe posers.
Anyway, I hope my kids never walk out of the house like that. Oh wait... what am I thinking? I am sending them to a monestary in the alps till they are 30 and then I am getting them hitched!
Ah... all is well with the world.
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