This feisty lil Bitch has horns!

"I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For while you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you got till it's gone.
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it.

Where'd you go? I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Please come back home."

-Fort Minor: Where'd You Go-

This song is just so apt at describing what I have gone through the past few days. A soothing and nice melody coupled with meaningful words make me hit the replay button over and over again. The song's pretty haunting actually. Oh well, I needa put the bad times behind me and concentrate on moving on. Then again, the holidays aren't helping much. I've got too much free time on my hands right now. For me, not being preoccupied at all allows my thoughts to run too wild at times. Besides, I can't actually go on a holiday overseas yet until Mommy comes back from her own overseas trip.

"Why can't you just let me
Do the things I wanna do
I just wanna be me
I don't understand why
Would you wanna bring me down
I'm only having fun
I wanna live my life
Like I wanna do

I'm tired of rumours starting
I'm sick of being followed
I'm tired of people lying
Saying what they want about me
Why can't they back up off me
Why can't they let me live
I'm gonna do it my way
Take this for just what it is"

-Lindsay Lohan: Rumours-

Haha... Damn funny! This afternoon a guy friend of mine messaged me over MSN asking the most ridiculous question.

Him: Stephanie, got a minute?
Me: Yeah.
Him: I heard from someone you are doing FL?
Me: *rolls eyes* If I'm doing FL, I think I would be filthy rich by now. Want me to show you my empty pockets?

For those of you out there who are not really familiar with this term FL, it is simply an abbreviation for FreeLancing or FreeLancers. A freelancer is a self-employed person working in a profession or trade according to Wikipedia. Adding to that, many sex workers are freelancers, meaning that they provide sexual favours in exchange for money.

The bottom line is I AM NOT doing FL. Goodness! Whatever or whoever put that idea into that someone's mind?! Actually I'm quite flattered that she should think I have what it takes to be a sex worker. So yeah, I have done things that I'm not exactly proud of, but these 'things' never involved monetary terms. But, I digress.

Anyway, my friend refused to tell me directly who was the girl who was spreading this vicious rumour because he had given her his word. But after much probing, he gave me some clues and I guessed it right. The girl even had the cheek to said it was I who told her that I was doing FL. Either she has an extremely fertile imagination or extremely severe dementia. I'm guessing both. And her reason for saying that I'm doing FL is that - brace yourself for this big joke - I saw her a few times at Jurong Point but didn't call her. Err.. Can someone kindly point out what's the link between the reason she gave and the conclusion she made? My guy friend also said he suspected this girl is witholding some information from him. After which, we cracked some really mean and stupid jokes about me doing FL. It was hilarious!

Oh well, I can't really be bothered about that. I'm not even gonna confront that girl either. At least, not yet. Guy friend said he would tell her off for me. Thanks!

Last, but not the least, the song to sum up my whole week -

"Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day"

-Daniel Powter: Bad Day-

Yurp. I had more than a bad day. And like what the song says, (I) need a blue sky holiday.