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#AfterHoursWithTheApple presents: The talkative boy and Angelo.

So today as i was chilling by myself after a spot of solo mindless shopping round’ my neck of woods, I went to LJS to eat. I quite enjoy solo dining. Actually i enjoy solo dining very much, it allows me to people watch. I absolutely LOVE people watching, its my favorite activity aside from reading books and talking to cats.

I like it because it’s a social setting, but you’re removed from it, therefore don’t have to put in effort. You’re not a participant, you’re just an observer. Which i like. Besides, listening to passing conversations of strangers, checking out people’s outfits, hot people, wondering what these people are like, its always fascinating.

And, the best places to people watch, for me, is ALWAYS while dining somewhere. Which, i do a lot of. Hmm, Public transports are my next favourite on the list but public transports usually are little bit harder as i can’t gawk. It’s mainly listening skills but i can’t glance multiple times without getting caught. Ugh.

So anyway, i was at LJS quietly eating my meal when this group of young lower secondary school boys took the tables right next to me. Brilliant. They weren’t rowdy. Nor were they nerdy. They were just average kids who would probably grow up to be generic. I don’t know. I can’t judge, but whatever.  Doesn’t matter.

The token, very talkative and oblivious indian boy started saying “omg guys, i can’t believe i’m hanging out with you guys. I can’t believe i hung out with Angelo all this time. You know Angelo…” was blah blah blah. He was expressing his enthusiasm to being in this current group.. and he went on and on about Angelo, but when i sneakily glanced up to see how his friends reactions were, they were either scrolling through their phones, looking at this talkative boy with glazed eyes or just squinting at LJS’ menu.  Doubt they were listening.

They all got up to proceed to the counter while Talkative was actually still harping on.. So for awhile, i could dine quietly.

After about 5 – 10 minutes, they came back with their food.

The moment Talkative sat his ass down, he started “You know Angelo right.. he was so..” blah blah blah.


I don’t know who the hell this Angelo is, but you are right to drop this potato from your little bitch clique. He talks too much. AND he’s obsessed about you. Dear Angelo-i-don’t-know. From movies, the guys named Angelo are usually italian.. or mexican or something, which i doubt you are, since, y’know, it’s kinda rare to see you guys round here in local schools, kinda rare name too. But anyway i hope to god you’re not the sleazy street hustler i’m imagining in my head from the extensive description of you. Like these:
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Yesterday i saw this young woman, probably in her late 20s or mid 30s (i can’t tell.. you know us Asians), I don’t know her nationality either, she was either thai, PRC or viet. She was petite, like me, and she wore booty shorts and a grey crop top, bra-less.

I don’t have an issue with her outfit, it is a bit daring then we usually see ’round here but i digress. She can go all Miley Cyrus all over the mall for all we care, but let me just remind ourselves again that yesterday it rained really, really heavily the WHOLE day. It was cold, right? That’s what i’m trying to say.

So when she came up with her friend to ask for directions, i couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were sticking out, like freaking antennas, it looked like it could start giving out radio frequencies anytime or connect you to freaking WIFI. It was that unnaturally sticky-outy if you can picture it and it looked like it was too high up for nipples. She probably had them done in some way because i have never seen nipples that high up to your chin before (i’m exaggerating, but they were high up, as if they were checking for weather reports)

It was super distracting to talk to her face.

I’m a lady, see? And i can get distracted by these things too, so sue me.

Yep. So far that is the story.

Much love,


p/s: IS it a boob job, anyone? do they look like that? gosh. if those were mine and they’d done it like that i would wear several bras to “conceal dont feel” it and consider a refund. heh (Frozen reference FTW!)

pp/s: silliness aside, i am actually busy trying to research and start up a new blog which is on a test/trial stage and i’ve been trying to catch up on my reading as well, so sorry for the lack of updates! I’ll try collect more work stories and stuff..

ppp/s: we also just bought a new 182cm kitty condo! heh. It’s their end year little gift ^^ i’ve missed buying my kitties stuff since Owinge fell sick.. well.. i hope they like it, i know the ladies do (:

Ridding toxicity in life; A letter to my introvert friends.

Some people may say you have no life. That you’re boring. That you’re unsociable.

As if, it’s a bad thing. [i get this a lot, it’s time to address this phenomenon]

Truth be told, i actually don’t find anything wrong with it. I don’t find it a flaw and i accept it in another person and i am totally comfortable with it as my nature. Happy, even.

In fact, i rather think i learn more by reading a book and gaining knowledge instead of just yapping mindlessly and contributing nothing of significance or intelligence to a conversation, and i do not even mean to dismiss anyone’s intellect with this sentence as it has not much to do with intellect, and more with being a person of a broader mindset and interests, and i will have to say this is to each their own actually, it’s a personal thing, [and just as a sidenote, i understand that nobody is stupid in this world]

So  why do i constantly feel like i’m surrounded by people who don’t seem to have minds of their own, and why do i have to fit their rigid mould? I mean who are you people?

I’m sorry if any of  you are commoners and have no inkling that the earth’s population is (unfortunately for humankind) 7billion or so  and everyday these same society standard people are breeding and raising the next generation of unyielding and close minded human beings. It makes me sad, yes. But again, i am sorry if out of these 7billion of us there are still people who have no idea that there are ALL sorts of people with ALL sorts of personalities, quirks and kinks and we still have people who after years and years of being in existence, even after being exposed to the internet, with technology evolving and claiming they have reached maturity and sophistication, they STILL can’t accept there are just people who prefer to be left alone, who enjoy good books, good music and movies by themselves, who try to be better people on their own and are actually happier and feel more fulfilled and are the exact opposite of whatever they are not.

You’d think these society standards would have been made aware that there are other people in this world besides themselves huh? How utterly wrapped up in yourself could you be.

But thanks anyway.

I am living my life fine, and so are other people. I hope these society standards though, find a life of their own, fulfill it, find love and acceptance in their lives and stop worrying or bothering about another person’s.

And now to you, my introvert friend;

I know you’re happy with your life, and sadly there are people (as described en masse, above) who don’t get you. And we are just here, sitting, being disturbed incessantly and  called names and ridiculed when in actuality you’re just being you. I know it’s hard, and annoying, even, but we’ve learnt to keep these contagions out of our minds by hearing selectively and dismissing them quietly, which, probably enrages these people even more.

Lets pray for goodness in their hearts and rid that rigidity one day, and keep being golden.

p/s: and also lets pray for those people who are of such little depth and think they are so much better (in everything) than you and even when you’re joking to them, they reply with a defensive cutting remark that was utterly uncalled for. These people are tragically in need of, simultaneously, a hug and an assassination with a variety of sharp objects.

angst-filled entry + kitty cuteness.

Hello bunny,

Good evening. I suddenly nostalgically remembered one of my old primary school friend(s) by the name Hasina. :/ Haven’t heard from her in a raaaaiiillly raaaiilly long while. I wonder how you’re doing, where are you now, how you look like now and what you’re working as. *deep sigh* Suddenly thought about her! I hope she’s well now.

Enough melancholy.

Today, i am going to share on this blog about how much people just annoy me.

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