Today's my off day from work. Commuting at least 5 days a week to Clementi from Tampines is seriously taking it's toll on my already hopelessly shallow pockets...I guess the bloody adult public transport fees have made us all realise how much we used to take the student fare for granted. Anyway, since Saturday is the mother of all socialising days (yes rui, so says I.) I refused rot at home, so I went out with this guy, a senior from choir. To protect all innocent parties, let's just call him The Bass.

He had actually suggested that we go out a couple of times before, but the outings never materialised...not that The Bass is an asshole or anything, of course. I was just inexplicably uncomfortable around him because we never really talked and got to know one another before that. So today we met for lunch, movie, and then spent the rest of the day window shopping and drinking coffee, ended up talking abit about our secondary school experiences. It was basically very regular conversation, contrary to what Qingyun thought when she spotted us in the evening..that girl threw me obscenely suggestive looks! ;-)

I don't wish to elaborate on anymore details, but I do know one thing: I'm confused. I think I'll never understand the opposite sex. Men are such incomprehensible creatures, it's impossible to figure out what they're thinking. Let's just say that my experiences with guys haven't been really pleasant...I'm talking about the romantic kind, not the friendship.I guess perhaps it's partially my fault as well. Maybe it's something to do with the vibes I send off --- I absolutely HATE being labelled as an airhead, the sort of girl who just needs to be treated well and sweet talked, but maybe that's how i act like? Is there a huge sign above me that says, 'AIRHEAD: ENTERTAIN ME. SPOIL ME! YAY!' in flashing neon letters visible to every single bloke that's had the misfortune of liking me! Like, sending off all the wrong signals..so in the end guys don't bother to get to know me, and the opinions I have about many things. In the end, it's grossly unfair when things ends in tears and people start pointing fingers, that I'm some hypersensitive female psychopath. I'm not claiming to be highly intellectual or smart, neither do I intend for all this to sound egoistic. Bottomline is, I'm sorry if I seem a little defensive, or come across as too guarded and prissy...but if you really do like me, make sure you know me better first. Okay I think I've digressed waaaay off tangent; this has nth to do with why i'm confused in the first place, but it IS something i need to get off my chest. The Bass is a nice guy, but maybe I'm reading too much into things. Or maybe it's just some leftover post-menstrual hormonal surge.

Gahhhh.