about a girl

[spiderpig]

i ain't got not kryptonite
name: alicia
otherwise known as: baba, spiderpig, soshi, ali, biantai (pervert), al, girl (as in 'giiiiirrrrl aahhhhhh')
age: 17
birthday: 30.11.1988
sex: gay boy disguised as a girl
residence: singapore
nationality: singaporean
known for: bad singing, bad humor, being online 24/7

alicia loves alliteration
and it's those little things that become the make up of a person. personality, appearance, likes and fears. i don't see how else i am different from any other person. i have blood, hair, eyes, mouth, legs, a heart. i am a cell in the human body.

yet, i am much more than that. i try my best to prove that i am more than human. more than you'd ever want to meet. i have to admit that i am a loner, i love solitude but i love company too. i might seem insensitive, businesslike, not knowing what's going on, but honestly i can tell. i can tell that something is wrong, that you're hurt or sad, that you're angry or irritated. i know and i care. i just have a huge problem expressing it. i'm not a people-person despite evidence proving me otherwise.

i'm a fucking hypocrite if i might say so myself. i contradict myself on many occassions and end up sounding incoherent and nonsensical. i just think too much, trying to consider every facet of information. it sucks when i contradict my own personality. i love silence but i love to talk. i love to sleep but i love to jump around and shout. i love earrings but i hate pink. i love being physically away from a group of people but i love being immersed in them. i love romance but i don't want to turn into a dependent fool. i love reading but i stick to the same books over and over again. i like lipgloss but i hate makeup.

and i admit, i'm a people-player. i can outwardly agree with you on something but totally detest what you suggested. but there's one thing i know for sure. when i find a person, a friend, someone who can see past my horrible outward facade, i give my most. no lies, no pies, no red eyes. i'm honest to the point of brutality. i might seem unresponsive but i really don't know how to behave. i missed out on 'eq 101'. but i'll always be there. call me at 3am at the morning, no matter how groggy i am, no matter how irritated i will be at the moment, i will pick up the phone and listen to you. i am a person with few words, but you know that i'm there just listening. i am your personal pensieve.

amidst all my happy-happy-joy-joy hunky dory laughs and jokes, i'm really just a jaded teenager. joking is my form of escapism. my motto is, 'if i can't be happy, why not let others be happy?'. masochistic? maybe. i have humor, twisted i do not know. people don't get it sometimes, neither do they get me.

i don't know what i'm talking about. i'll stop now.


i'm too young to have a biography
i was caned weekly. i guess that says much about me. interesting anecdote here, i kicked a pregnant lady's stomach when i was 5 (thank god the baby came out fine). i was a total terror you see, and i doubt i've grown out of it. i was a spoilt brat, being the first child and everything. i couldn't take not being the only child and tortured my brother mercilessly when i was a young munchkin. we're tight now. we share everything that can be shared now. :)

i wasn't your typical chinese girl, that's for one thing. as you can see, i have the tendency to physically hurt anything that moved and that got me into a lot of trouble. my mum used to placate me by reading books to me every night. i am jane. this is peter. i am a girl. he is a boy. i was enrolled at some hougang pre-K school and then transfered to a catholic kindergarten near my house. i was notorious for getting to fights with boys, girls, teachers; for speaking up too much in class; for creating a ruckus when my teacher (MRS BENEDICT I REMEMBER YOU) took away my stuffed toy. i was terribly bright for my age, too bright i suppose and the teachers hated me. i refused to wear jeans. i refused to wear the school uniform. i refused to touch anything remotely girly. i was a plain pain in the ass. but i had an obsession with barbie dolls. irony.

when i graduated, i went to my mum's alma mater: a convent by the name of Our Lady of Good Counsel. it was a small, tiny school. rather inconspicuous and adept at churning out mediocre students. i was one of the top students (as top as one can get) during pri 1 to pri 3, but everything went downhill from there. i suffered a major hormone overdose and i exploded literally. from 30kg, i gained a whopping 10-15kg in a year. it was like i got pregnant. haha. following that, my grades dropped. i was no longer a good student. i became problematic AND dumb. what a horrible combination. i was called up to principle's office repeatedly. yeah, OLGC taught me how to be rebellious. rebellious in a small school that is. i joined the choir and quit after one year. we boycotted the activity because we hated teh teacher. i joined the brownies (!!! OMFG UNIFORM GROUP) and swimming. i was cut from the team because i fell sick. fuckers. brownies i expect, was one of the turning points in my life because of the numero uno reason. i could skip from the FAT club. that and i was expected to lead people. i was given resposibility. i toned down after that and my grades picked up.

my foray into computers began when i was three. it was still that period when windows was still in MS-DOS and you had to actually type commands to get the computer to do anything. i learnt it all, thanks to my father. touch-typing was a breeze and i managed to do simple tasks using MS-DOS commands. no mere feat at the age of three. from then on, the computer became my best friend, my boyfriend, my comrade. i spent hours in front of it.msword, mspowerpoint i did it all. when the miracle of the internet became available to us normal people, i was estatic. i built my own website using pure html when i was 10. no biggie, now that kids are doing the same thing, but in 1998 when even adults were having problems, it was fucking cool. i became OLGC's resident computer expert. screening out viruses in teh school, alt-tabbing everywhere. god. i loved primary school.

i really turned around after primary six and scored a really surprising aggregate of 253 for my PSLE. i mean, hello? me? i forced my way into the prestigious St Nicholas Girls' School and i have never ever regretted my choice. sure i've suffered under their regime, being forced under pressure and stigmatism. but st nicks really brought out the best in me, that i could peservere under the most extreme conditions. then came the band. i don't know why i was so keen on joining a musical cca, after my unsuccessful foray into the choir auditions. i got through and thus began my life with SNSB. footdrills under the hot sun, practices in the smelly and stuffy band room. i remember all the changes, all the improvements, all my friends. snsb was four great years of my life. i'm proud to be a part of it.

i'm now in CJC. a school, brilliant in its own right. so i face the stereotype of all 'ij convent girls'. i don't care. i'm struggling to get past my 1st year of junior college, slightly regretting my choice of subjects. oh well. i'll pull through somehow. currently in the band again, much to my parents dismay. i swear all bands have wonderful people and cjcsb has only reinforced this train of thought. we got gold. i've made the switch from lead alto player to lead bari player. lead because no one else plays it. but who gives a damn. i love my baritone and the versitility of it.

you know what, this biography sucks.



That was probably one big nut. (Forgive me for the lack of upper-cased letters.)