No contest

I have never taken much to competitions; the idea of putting myself out in the field and competing for that trophy like my life depended on it has never been much of a draw to me. Especially competitions that require me to look at my competitors with viscious eyes that say, “I’m gonna pummel you”, or vice versa.

So, whenever a chance to take part in a competition comes up, my answer is always a flat “no”. I’ve never thought much about it, I thought it’s just my mellow personality that dislikes competitions.

I’ve been watching “So you think you can dance”, and it always tears me up when I see the fall of disappointment whenever one talented finalist gets voted out of the competition. But, I’ve been to enough competitions to know that it’s never just about winning or losing; it’s about learning – from your own mistakes and others’. But no, I cant stomach the disappointment of losing, and so, I choose to run away from it whenever I can.

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On another note, chinese new year is coming up, and I have no idea how to clean my room. I’ve received various comments about it:-

Sis: “i think… the house’s storeroom is neater”

Mummy: “your room is worse than a pig’s sty”

Some friends: “wah, kat! you have a guy’s room!”

A very polite friend, after I apologised for him having to see my messy room: “it’s groovy”

Brother: “tsk tsk”

Dad: -walk in-, -chuckle-, -shake head-, -walk out-

Presenting.. room of the century. hy and I have a reason for this mess – habitual chucking.

As you can see, my cat has the knack of settling himself onto whatever surface he deems comfortable. In this case, it’s a hand lugguage with a floor towel thrown on top of it. See how accepting my cat is of our flaw.