I Love Lists and Camwhoring

I think I write better blog posts with lists around. Heck, I think I do a lot of things better if I had a list of things to do int he first place, instead of cramming all my to-do things into my mind and forget about everything much later.

I love all sorts of lists, not just to-do lists, wishlists, birthday lists and whatnots list.

Maybe I’m just strange and have this need to compartmentalise my life in endless lists. Or maybe its just that I have this obsession with patterns and that I flinch whenever my routine is distrupted. Or when my plans don’t materialise.

Once I have laid down plans, I always need to make sure I get things done sequentially. Or else I get rather iffy about things.

Speaking about getting iffy, I really miss getting dressed up and taking pictures of myself for the fun of it aka camwhoring. These days have been filled with endless hours at the library (which is choker block full since exams started), studying and being a good kid.

Somehow or rather I have managed to refrain from touching my cameras for 2 weeks. 2 whole weeks! This is not right. I have a sudden urge to change into one of my more provocotive outfits (hah!) and snapping useless pictures that serve no purpose but to discover which angles I don’t look chubby in and file them away for future use.

I miss going on Friendster to check out people’s photos, cos they always amuse me, the way people pose and the things they wear and how they look. Call me obssessed, but I don’t care. There is a reason those photos are on there, and its for people to see and be interested enough to contact you on Friendster. I’ve had my fair share of people trying to add me to their lists on Friendster, and I suspect its cause of the pictures.

I’ve ditched my old account (which has really ugly pictures of me) and opened up a new account with pictures that I am proud off (ie: Pretty pictures of me, looking thinner than usual). Next thing I know, many people have been viewing my profile and trying to add me as friends.

Flattering, sometimes, that out of the poeple that view my profile, a lot of them are guys. Part of me thinks, “Hey, good. I look pretty enough to get a guy’s attention” while the other part of me thinks, “Oh great, these guys are just a bunch of losers looking for a cheap lay and a pretty face to talk to”.

I’ve had a couple of people add me on MSN and talked to me. I’ve blocked 2 of them off because the way they talk just give me the impression that they’re trying to ‘get with me’. I find it so disgusting to be treated that way. Imagine this conversation:

X: Hey hot babe. How are you?
Me: I’m ok. How about you? (Starts to be curious)
X: I’m good. So you’re that hot chick from Friendster?
Me: Err…I think so? (Now, I’m seriously annoyed)

The next few converstions with this idiot were central to that theme: Calling me a hot babe, or hot chick.

Like hello? You don’t know me? Just because I look nice in pictures does not mean I appreciate being called hot chick by some random person on MSN.

Sure, I’m not an expert on guys but let me tell you guys one thing:
NEVER EVER CALL ME HOT CHICK! I have a name. Name’s Kristine. Or Kris to good friends.

Urgh. I feel like bashing them hormonal guy’s head in! Use your brain you idiot!

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