Soulmate?? What a Rip-Off - Story Of A Small Town Girl

     Okay, so this story didn't happen to me, but to one of my sisters. It's pretty funny in my opinion so I decided to share it (With her permission, mind you).

     It happened about a week or so back, when she went for some kind of work training in KL. She and her friends decided to go shopping at KLCC, where her guy friend was doing all the shopping while she and another girl friend tagged along, holding all his shopping bags.
     While drinking a tasty drink (I can't really remember what drink it was, except that it was tasty and expensive), she, being the usual klutz that she was, tripped on some wire that was on the ground or something and had a nasty fall, right on her butt.
     Looking around to make sure no one saw her, she quickly got to her feet and made as if nothing happened. So walking along, minding her own business and obviously distracted, she bumped straight into someone coming from the opposite direction.
     Before she could look up, the man spoke, and she felt as if she had found her soul mate. She slowly looked up at the tall Caucasian man that she had bumped into, feeling her heart flutter like a million butterflies. He was saying something about the fall that she had earlier on, but all she could hear was angels singing, as the world froze, and all that was left was she, and the most gorgeous guy she had ever set her eyes upon.
    Suddenly, like a jammed tape recorder, the angels singing got distorted.
     "Baby, what are you doing there?"
     She froze when she heard her friend call her. The handsome guy in front of her looked puzzled as he looked from her to the guy calling her.
     "I think your boyfriend's looking for you," he said.
     "That ain't my boyfriend," she said, gritting her teeth.
     "Hey, baby, let's go now," he friend called out to her again.
     "Wait la!" she snapped at him, but turned back and smiled sweetly at the gorgeous guy, "So where were we?"
     "I don't want to be in a middle of a fight," the handsome guy said, "You'd better get back to your boyfriend."
     Dejectedly she walked back to her friend and started scolding him.
     "Baby?? Why did you have to do that??" she asked, "Can't you see I was having a connection there?"
     "Great connection there," her friend replied sarcastically, "Turn around and look at your soul mate."
   
     Slowly but surely, my sister turned to look and was she totally aghast when she saw the gorgeous guy of her dreams walking away, hand in hand, with another guy, looking so totally in love.
   

My Furry Little Friend

    First there was two, one was called Tom, and the other, Bill, after the lead guitarist and vocalist of the German band Tokio Hotel. Who I'm talking about, you ask? It's none other than my two little puppies. Tom has patches of brown fur on white, while Bill has black patches over white.
     The saddest thing happened about two days before my birthday. We lost Bill. My sis, mom and I scoured the whole neighborhood but we couldn't find him. Initially we were sad, furious at whomever that took him and devastated for his loss, but we had to move on.
     So there was one, Tom, who is very much loved by everyone in my family. I come home from a tiring day at work, and light up just to see him prancing about my feet. Sometimes, he does the cutest things. Like the other day, as I was lazily lounging on the sofa watching his antics, where he seemed to be hyperactive and running around the house.
     Suddenly he realized I was lying on the couch, so he came and stood there looking at me. I said 'hi', and he jumped on me to lick my face. I screamed and he ran away continuing his sniffing around.
     I like the way he'd perk up when I drive in the house, wagging his tails, as if so happy to see me. And when we eat, don't even get me started. He'd sit right at our leg and wait for us to feed him. If we don't then he'll sit outside and not look at us. Smart little spoilt puppy.
     I'm so glad we decided to adopt him. He definitely made a difference in our lives.

Short hair = tomboy, No!

     When I was nineteen, I sort of went through a, what-you-call-it?, hair disaster. I went to the hairdressers to get a hair cut, so I told the lady that I wanted to cut my hair short, not a boy cut but about shorter than my shoulder so that I didn't have to tie it up for school, and guess what? She made a few mistakes and cut my hair too short it became like a boy cut.
     I was on the verge of crying when I looked at myself in the mirror, but all she could say was I looked nice. I wanted to strangle her, as her mistake could cause me utter humiliation.
     Being a fashion retard that I was back then, I never thought that I could have short hair and still dress like a girl and work the look. No, instead I started dressing like a guy, thinking that was the only way to save myself from disgrace.
     I never had short hair since I was a kid. I'm the kind of girl who is satisfied with any hairstyles that makes me look like a girl. And having my hair cropped short was certainly a disaster for me, especially that I was studying in a boy's school for form 6 at that time.
     So anyways, as I was saying, I started dressing a bit like a tomboy. But, mind you, I was totally hundred percent girl in my heart and soul, and I still liked guys, but I, being the 'genius' that I was, thought that dressing that way made me keep up with the image.
    But I was only making a big deal in my head. No one made fun of my hair at school. They just asked, why was my hair short, and when I told them the truth that I didn't want it that short, but the hairdresser did it that way, they accepted my answer.
     I somehow got the liking of dressing in cargo pants, with a shirt and walking around like a tough guy. There were even some little kids from the school who, every time they saw me, they'll call me "hip-hop sister". That was the upside to being like a tomboy. The downside to it was that the guys treated me like 'one of the boys', so well, no luck in the romance section. Not that I was complaining.
     By the time I graduated, I managed to grow my hair back, but my attitude kind of stuck on. It wasn't until I started working that I started wearing make-up and using accesories and dressing like a girl. That even scored me a man (which eventually ended). Again, I'm not complaining.
     All I know is that I got to know myself during those times. And now that I'm all 'matured' and stuff, I know that I can rock a short hair and yet still dress like a girl and still be demure. I need not to change my whole personality, unless, on second thought, maybe I am not too girly after all. That's what people say though. Maybe I am a little bit tough, but still soft. After all, no one's perfect, right?
    One thing for sure, I never went back to that hairdressers.