For as long as your baju melayu fits

I hate it when people talk about my private life. My private life is mine to keep. My private life is, well, private of course!

But I’ve learnt that the more I try to latch it close, the bigger the sharks I attract. These sharks, they yearn for gossips. I tell you, the company does not give us them enough work challenge around here.

Being the late-bloomer that I am, more often than not, I discover things the hard way.

A mentor once told me, “What people don’t know, they make up”.

Lesson #1. I have to have an imaginary boyfriend profile. So that when nosy colleagues who refused to believe that a hot chicka like me could be single ask “ada boyfriend?” (this is where I’d feel like biting his/her head off for that personal + tactless question) I could rattle on about how gorgeous he is, how in love I am, and how we’re planning for the perfect wedding of the century. I have learnt that when people have a set answer in their head, your answers no matter no more, for they’d only listen to the pieces they choose to anyway.

Lesson #2. There is no such thing as platonic relationships between men and women. Tattoo that somewhere on your body, Arysa, so you’d never forget. Even when your intent is clear (and I’ve always operated on my niat), you could be seen as leading the other person on. It matters not that sometimes the idiot is one perasan bloke, but since you’re the girl, it damages you still. Even when the guy fancies you not, you could still stir suspicion from the lazy sharks. Apparently, since I live in this society I have to act like the norm, even if it’s bullshit.

Lesson #3. The cobra bites when it feels threaten. And I take it as a defense mechanism for you to publicize your victim story to those ears lent your way. For as long as you get your version out first (and fast), the crowd would be more sympathizing. After all, you ARE the victim here, aren’t you poor soul? But hey, here’s a question, did it make you feel any better? When you say I think not of the consequences, did you?

Can’t you all just LEAVE ME ALONE???!!!

*GROWL*

It’s the first day of puasa and it’s only past one. Huh, looks like my foul-mood button has been triggered much earlier than its usual post-Asar schedule.

Oh Arysa, don’t have a cow!

Haha.

Damn, the office’s so cold, my tits are hard. Had to walk to the printer with my arm across my chest! Is this a challenge too?

*YAWWWNNNNNNNN*