Fail monologue.

I'd like to put a disclaimer to claim (aiseh so long since my last update now I can't come up with something better, soon will start claiming (<-1) everything is love i.e. Roti John is looooooovve!) that I am absolutely sane, albeit with a tiny hint of bizarreness.

I, for one, love to have monologues especially in the car, for such reason that there are no chances of other people eavesdropping on me having a conversation with myself. Also, I'm very hard-headed, therefore most of the time, I always think I'm right and that I'm never biased, thus whatever my say is, it's the most important point, to me. In my land of bengkeng-ness (hardheadedness in my dialect), yours don't matter.

I would raise various subjects from a serious topic like the importance of being able to conduct a speech in English, to something personal like how I met my boyfriend and the many things I like about him, to something random about me like what I think about the colour red and how it looks like against my skin tone.

More often than not, these monologues go on and on for a good 30 minutes. You bet your butt I love doing it especially when the topic is something that I am a master in, myself! Don't go pretending you don't take a schmancy out of it too! What do you think Formspring is for? It's like a personal ego live-bait.

In my defense, this helps me in improving my communication skills. I think of it as a self-speech lesson. I stutter a lot, all thanks to me blabbering with the speed of a bullet train thus leading me to trip on my own words all the time. Sometimes, on a lucky day, what I stammer comes out as a mumble that sounds vaguely familiar like that of an Ewok - completely incomprehensible, but on other days, it sounds close to what I mean but not totally it. Just the other day instead of Google I said, "I'll gogol it later." POOF! Laughing stock, man.

So last Friday, one of my favourite bands, which I personally think is the best musical act from the local industry, Sevencollar T-Shirt held their very own The Battle Protocol at KLPac. My boyfriend went with his bandmates and Uzair the braggart, well, did his part in it too. So these people were there relishing every particle of genius the Sevencollar T-Shirt are while I was already home in Miri. Boo-fuckin'-hoo! Right, I know.

No surprises that it became the topic for my monologue that day.

I started with a line inside my head, of someone asking me what I think about the band, which most people call Sevencollar, for short.

I answered, in pure enthusiasm of a fan girl, "Sevencollar is the BEST t-shirt ever!"

Pause.

Facepalm.