Insecure (But Not So Insecure) Girls

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There are girls who are extremely insecure sometimes. However these types of girls are genuinely insecure that they try to hide and not really say anything about it. I don’t mind these types of girls. I believe everyone has their own insecurities from time to time. What I can’t stand is girls who used their insecurities for attention. I am pretty sure some of you had heard this kind of quotes before:

Attention Whore: I am so fat and ugly! Ugh! *Expects her friends to say “No, you’re not! You are very skinny and pretty!*

One of my friends is fat and she loves saying these types of things. It makes me feel awkward at times because I don’t know how to continue the conversation once she start bringing up that she is fat or ugly. To be honest, it makes me feel uncomfortable. I can’t say, “No, you are not fat! You are very skinny!” because I’ll be lying. Plus, I hate entertaining girls like this. Sometimes, I tired to boost up her confidence by saying things like, “Maybe we can go to the gym together! Lets lose weight!” or “Self-confidence is hot. I think this is more important to have confidence than physical beauty”. But it just doesn’t work since she will continue throwing a pity party. It seems to me that they are seeking attention and expect me to say something nice in return.

Ren: Ah, yes. Don’t worry about getting a boyfriend. There is no need to rush actually.
Attention Whore: Yeah, of course you have nothing to worry about. You’re skinny but I am so fat that they won’t even look at me and I am not that pretty.
Ren: … *feels really awkward*

She does this quite frequently and it makes me feel awkward since I don’t know what to say. She did this to some other friends and some of them said things like, “No! You’re not fat!” or “I saw pictures when you were younger! You look so hot!“. And the attention whore would smile and say, “Really? Thank you!“.

I have a habit of saying, “I know, right?” when I am having a conversation with my friends. It sorts of acts like a reflex, especially when I agree with my friend with what she is saying. For example,

Friend: I think the Ruby on Rails framework is just dead sexy. Makes it really fast to create an app straight away. It does all the dirty work for you!
Ren: I know, right?!

Sometimes, my “I know, right?” reflexes made me sound really mean:

Attention Whore: I am so fat and not that pretty. So it is hard for me to get a boyfriend.
Ren: I know, right?!
Attention Whore: *gives Ren a dirty look*
Ren: Uh..umm..I..I didn’t mean…you’re not…uh…I..I need to go to the bathroom.

I just wish she would stop saying those kinds of things because it made me feel really awkward. Usually, I just keep quiet or I just change the subject. I wouldn’t entertain her by lying; if she really worries about her weight, she should do something about it. Put some effort and actually go to the gym. Throwing a pity party will not get you anywhere and it is a waste of time.

I do have acquaintances who are slim and lean but likes to say that they are fat just to fish for compliments.

Skinny Bitch: I am so fat and I think I need to lose weight!
Another Girl: No! You are very skinny and pretty!
Skinny Bitch: Nah, I am not.
Another Girl: You are pretty!
Skinny Bitch: Really? Thank you!

So annoying. The reason why I sometimes can’t stand girls. I have a lot of girlfriends; we hang out and chill together. But most of them are bright and intelligent. They are confident in their own skin and don’t really throw a pity party or try to fish for compliments. I am happy that I made friends with these girls.

It is Hard to Ignore…

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…boobs when it is dangling in front of your face. Sometimes it could be very distracting especially if the girl has a huge crucifix in the middle of her cleavage. I find this ironic but you can’t really judge a person from his or her crucifix. Some people wear crucifix necklace because it can look pretty fashionable.

So this woman came to me for help. She was wearing this low cut shirt that shows half of her boobs popping out. Sometimes I wonder, why don’t you just wear nipple pasties to school if you really want to show people your boobs? It is the same thing, right? If you want to show something, show it all the way. Don’t give teasers. :P

I don’t mind girls dressing as slutty as they want. It is easy to ignore them. But if they are sitting next to you or in front of you (since you need to help her), it gets pretty challenging to ignore. And that crucifix necklace that she was wearing. It was dangling in the middle of her boobs! It is as if she is giving Jesus a sneak peek of her boobs: Peek-a-boo, Jesus!

No wonder men can’t seem to take their eyes of from a girl’s cleavage. As a straight girl, I find it pretty distracting and can’t take my eyes away from it too (especially if she is in front of me or sitting beside me). I did look away after getting bored. Couldn’t ignore the fact that her tits kept on “bouncing” when she moves. The crucifix kept on blinking because it is made by zircon. It is a perfect way to draw attention to your boobs, right? :)

But then again, when men stares at girls’ cleavage, the girls usually get mad and start calling him a pervert. So ironic. If you don’t want people to look then wear a decent shirt. Isn’t that common sense? Why show it off if you don’t want people to look? What lah you!

Stupid Adults

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I hate stupid people. Unfortunately, I am surrounded by some of them and they are all in their mid 30s.

You know, I always thought that it is not good for me to be anti-social. If you know me in real life, you know that I hate going out, I hate hanging out with people other than my closest friends and I especially hate wedding invitations.

Why Ren? Why?! Wedding is such a beautiful event! You are just bitter because you don’t even have a boyfriend!

Because I need to socialize with stupid adults a.k.a family friends. I always thought that it is bad for me to be a social recluse because it is important to meet people and network (it is also how you get boyfriends and being anti-social is the reason why I am still single).

However, I finally know the reason why I am a social recluse and it is a good reason: I wanted to avoid morons. Recently, I went to a wedding. Met an obese man who is also a family friend. Of course, I can’t avoid him because some people just don’t get the message that you do not want to talk to them. Conversation went like this:

Obese Man: You’re back! No class? I thought you are in that university currently ranked one of the best in the world?
Renetta: It is my winter break.
Obese Man: Oh really? Is it a winter break or did you get expelled because you can’t keep up? Tee hee.
Renetta: It is my winter break. And no, they won’t expel me because I am not a moron like you.
Obese Man: Hahaha! You know what I like to tell my nieces? Don’t study too hard; they won’t get anywhere because they are women. They can’t get far.
Renetta: I feel sorry for all your niece. They have a [insert extreme Malaysian Hokkien swearing word here] as an uncle.
Obese Man: What did you say?
Renetta: You heard me. Just stop talking.

These types of conversations happened quite often in a wedding ceremony. I decided to post this one because it is recent and it shows that this man is a sexist pig. But then again, he is not very well-educated; he never even got the chance to enter a local university because his grades are so bad that they rejected his application. You tend to expect such ignorant comments from dumbasses like him. Just to make myself feel better, I told myself that he is just jealous that I got a chance to study in a university of my choice. :P

There is also another type of adults that I hate: provokers. Provokers are dumb people with low-self esteem who loves to make annoying comments about you because it makes them feel good. Here is a conversation between my mom and one of her moronic colleagues:

Moron: (talking about a student who is currently studying in his alma mater; this student created an iPad application that can help track criminals) Which university your daughter is in? [Insert my university name here]? Hah! They don’t even have students like this guy over here.
Mom: My daughter’s university ranked higher than your alma mater. Get over it and stop trying to provoke me.
Moron: Ah whatever, but it is not even in the top 10.
Mom: Whatever it is, my daughter is better than you, you fucking moron!
Moron: *startled* *walks away quietly* (certainly did not expect the “fucking moron” part)

*sobs* Proud of mom; She got balls of steel!

I am very loyal when it comes to my university. Who doesn’t, right? I am sure that you are proud about which university you came from. Doesn’t matter which university it is. You would always be proud with it because it will always be very close to your heart; it is another important chapter in your life and it is where you meet your secondary family members. And listening that this guy is trying to talk shit about my university, it certainly pissed me off. And my mom? She is just a tiger mother who is protecting her baby cub from being taunt by this loser.

Oh well, it doesn’t matter which university I came from anyway. What matter is the individual themselves. You can be a graduate from one of the top universities but if you are not a motivated person who is not interested in challenging yourself to do awesome things, that piece of paper you achieved from your university will just be a normal piece of paper.

If you visited my blog before, I did disclosed which university I am currently studying in on my about page. I removed it since I don’t want to disclose my location.

My mom is similar to me; she doesn’t like to socialize as well. I guess her reason is the same as mine: we want to avoid morons.

But then again, the term “social recluse” or “anti-social” is not always valid when you are describing Renetta Renula. I turned into a social butterfly when I am in a conference; it excites me when I see people that shares the same interest as me and I just want to talk to them more and get to know them.

If you plan to get married in the next few weeks or few months, please don’t invite me. xoxo