A burst of laughter that sounds vaguely like a pack of hyenas and a slight breeze silences the shopping crowd. Yes, that’s what usually happens whenever my presence is announced and yes, I’m capable of producing noise equivalent to a football crowd…. okk… maybe not that loud but close enough.
If this is the first time that you’ve met me, be prepared to be either scared/scarred-for-life or amused/laugh-for-life by my endless chatter of nonsense. I make everything seems like a drama, yes I do exaggerate a bit, but hey, at least it comes with sound effects and great action scenes! I also have a talent of speaking really fast, but I can’t help it, I’ve got too many things to say and so little time to spare! To add greater significance of my life, I’ve even purchased my car’s license plate number to be 1983 coz that’s the year the world change, when on the very first day, the Gods bestow a gift to the world: Me! ^__^
I can’t help it that I attract attention wherever I lay my dainty feet, be it my third home, One Utama (unfortunately, it gotten kicked off the ranks by my office) and even in the London tube, eyes (some even in disbelieved) will just arrow towards me as if there’s something on my head (I know, I know, my hair looks fantastic when I’m overseas)! But then, it took me a while, in fact, took me more than 20 years to realise why. When one of my girlfriends, J came back to KL during one of her I’m-back-from-Singapore-and-I’m-off-tomorrow/tonight trips, and in the midst of an engaging conversation, it suddenly hit us that we always seem to be attracting attention in public. So, we concluded that it is indeed a burden to have good looks, coz we can’t help it if people like to look at us, and seriously right at that moment, one guy was looking at us, and we pointed out “See, see, he’s looking at us!”, poor dude was embarassed, and we shook our heads together, sighing “This is what happen when you have good looks…” And Cheryl can’t deny this coz she’s got good looks too but she’s not as vain as me to admit it.
But to be honest, vanity comes naturally with self-confidence. If you’re not confident bout yourself, who’s gonna be confident of you? Your parents will always assure you that you’re perfect, like duh, you originated from them, obviously they can’t claim they’ve got bad genes. Your friends cannot claim you’re a lame-oh coz if they hang out with you, that means they’re lame too! So, who’s gotta do all the dirty job? Obviously, yourself! One of my many mottos in life is “God will only help those who help themselves” but my ultimate motto in life is “There’s nothing worse than being talked about is not being talked about at all”! Ah ya claims that my extreme self-confidence matches the likes of Ayame from Fruit Basket, and just like him, I tend to overwhelm the faint-hearted. I should hang a warning sign around my neck the next time I meet new people, that would probably read “Warning, do not be fooled by innocent looks, beware of tyrant in small body”.
All these might be one-sided statements, but alas, the truth that I stand out cannot be concealed. I imposed long-lasting memories on most people that I’ve met, my poor lecturers in HELP could still remember me after all these years, and I did not stalk them after I graduated! Once in class, my Maths lecturer was looking for volunteers to answer some Maths equation, so I happily raised my arm, going “Oooh, oooh, I know, I know!” He practically ignored my waving and continued asking, and actually I didn’t know the answer but just felt like volunteering for fun since no one wants to do it. And bam, suddenly a vision came into my head, and ta-dah I knew the answer (this has nothing to do with the so-called ESP I share with ah ya). And yay, I created another I-can’t-believe-she-has-brains moment in HELP.
I’ve also made an impression on a few guys from the IMF, almost gave one of them a heart attack by screaming for fun during a cable car ride in Langkawi. I was notorious when I was in ADB, breaking the generalisation that Malaysians are quiet, reserve and shy (so not true when I’m representing Malaysia), and one Japanese professor ended up being skittish everytime he spotted me from far. Seriously, I did not do anything to him! All I just did was talk and he got scared… >.<
Anyway, I’m not writing all this for the hell of it, seriously, sometimes I dooo do things for a reason (my sudden weird noises does not apply here). You see, Cheryl pestered me to write bout why am I standout in life so we can win some nice goodies from Nuffnang, and it’s easy-peasie to write bout how great I am, after all, they don’t call me vain-pot for nothing! So, here I am, providing some inputs that would eventually be consolidated for my autobiography, and if we do win some goodies, I’ll even add that into my book! *hint hint*
NUFFNANG PEOPLE, PLEASE SPOT THIS IMAGE, I WANT A NINTENDO DS LITE!
