A short email from Lou made me realized that I haven’t blogged in over a month.
“What happened to you? Are you in jail for punching that filthy excuse of a man? If you are, I’m gonna be Michael Scofield and stage a prison brake >:) “
I’m okay. No worries.
Since the last incident, I’ve gotten myself a pepper spray. I’m now planning to get a panic alarm, just in case, you know.
Regardless, I always find myself in a train/ elevator filled with men. I guess I’m a trouble magnet =p
Taking cue from Yuyu’s post, here’s my alternate life base on fictional characters:
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My alter self would definitely be Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City. She lives in New York, a newspaper columnist and not to forget, a freelancer for Vogue magazine. I once said to B “anyone can write lifestyle but only few can write hardcore news.” As much as I like to write about the world, I’m not the selected few. I’m not ashamed to say that I want to “live for fashion” like Carrie does.
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Of all the talents and skills that I could pick, I would love to have Jenny Humphrey’s (of Gossip Girl) gift of designing and making her own clothes. Can you just imagine how much I could save on clothes if I can actually make my own clothes?
- My leading man would definitely be Edward Cullen of Twilight (oh yes, I’ve been sucked into the Twilight craze). Other than the fact that he’s been described as drop dead (pun unintended) gorgeous, he’s charming, polite, protective, stubborn, determine and knows when to be romantic. It’s unrealistic to even think of an Edward Cullen to be interested in me but a girl can dream, right?
I can only think of these for my alter life. Other than that I’m good. Despite convincing myself that my life feels sucky at times, I think I’m happy with it sans the three situations above.
Note: If I were to be rescue in a jail break, I would want Hiro Nakamura and Peter Petrelli of Heroes to come and save me x)
