My disturbing hair band & secrets

Roy actually asked whether my hair band was a thong. Seriously.
I mean, I should know that the squirt couldn't be underestimated but THIS.

THIS?

Sheesh. I'd better tell my mom to lay off the lace for my hair accessories tomorrow.

Anywayz, Aley was parading around after realising that it does resemble as... A kind of women's lingerie. So she put it in front of numerous of guys' faces & they all just gaped at it.

Most unforgettable reaction was Guy P's. Aley marched right up to him with the hair tie in her hand & dangled it in front of him & inquired whether he knew what it looked like.

Because he was being polite - & that he knew it was mine, he just shook his head but the red was creeping up to his ears.

Oh God. Well, Guiness World Record Book. Here's the most embarrassing thing ever happened - not embarrassing enough bcoz they didn't know it was mine, exactly.
But still.

Secrets.

When I was 7 - okay, 6, when I was around the age, I thought that secrets were the wonderful kind. You know, the tooth fairy creeping up in our bedrooms to put money under our pillow in exchange of our cavity-filled teeth.
Fairies living in our rooms to see the excitement of ours when we receive anonymous fairy cakes.

The Enid Blyton kind.

It was up until I had realised that it wasn't true when I had my first best friend - mid-7 years old.

Rina told me a secret & up till now, I still haven't told anyone.




After school, I hung around. You know, waiting for my mom.
Lavinia was stuck with me so we went around swapping our secrets.

I've discovered so many of 'em that involves.. Guy ABC.
& it's so weird after knowing all of this bcoz it just makes me feel... I don't know, that I've never really knew him or something?

I hate it when that happens. I am not the kind who acts calm & collected when there's this big celeb sitting right next to you, making small talk.
I am the kind who'd silently scream inwardly, wondering whether the previous lunch had leave any unwanted smells in my breath or something when I should've been listening to the small talk.

So it's the same thing if I knew anyone liked me. Flattered, I'd be. But freaked out, yea.
I'd definitely analyze every excruciating detail on how they'd act, what's the difference, why's it so big, why's it a secret.
Everything.

I guess that's why I'm sorta repellant =P Haha

I wish that I'd stop being like that - acting all different to those who "likes like" me & act CALM & COLLECTED.

It is no wonder why I can never make small talk.