Who is Miss Glitchee?

I am who I am, I am in the act of creating myself, and I can only do that in the space of who I am not--
and so I have carefully created who I am not in order to experience who I actually am.^^

Friday, March 8, 2013



Amy couldn't resist checking the time that Friday evening. A couple more hours to go and she'll be bound home. The 26 year old fashion blogger couldn't contain her excitement for tomorrow. She practically started her week looking forward to Saturday-- looking forward to her time with Carl. They only get the weekends for themselves anyway. Two days every week away from her busy city life. Two days off her hectic schedule,  to share with her guy in their own little haven. 

Two years ago, when Amy first met Carl-- she never at all suspected that she'd feel this way towards him. This guy seemed to be nothing more than the ordinary for her and Amy wouldn't even notice him then. He was not her type after all-- he is quite a prig, often times self-conscious, a bit uptight. He is in fact a loner, and that's only because no one really likes to hang out so much with a quasi arrogant hombre. You know that kind of quiet guy who just be there, keenly observe and shoots out some tangy remarks, that's Carl. And in fact , Amy thought he is slightly scary because of that.

Carl is not so much of a crowd player, although a lot of girls would find him fine-looking with his virile features-- tall, dark and bounteous. He has his fair share of girl fanatics, he has his ways when it comes to women. His manly ways attracts adorers, but Amy is not at all amused. She finds him rather snobbish, an opposite to her kind of guy. She fancies witty and funny boys, assertive yet modest males who transudes authority without intimidating others-- those are her weaknesses. Needless to say, Amy was also very surprised to have fall for him, just like everyone else.

As most love stories, Amy and Carl's started in friendship. At first, they'd go out with their friends, exchange text messages from time to time until it became a routine, and they would spend hours talking over the phone about phony things. He was once a trainee in her office, but for some reasons she didn't try probing on much further, he left. Yet, he continued reaching out to her. He maybe a snoot to most people, but he was friendly to Amy, a bit more friendly she suppose, however, for a girl like her, such attention was not particularly different. To someone who knows how to work her charms, attention is never meager. 

Amy is a bubbly soul--that's what first drew Carl to this girl. She is not at all preppy. Her childlike ways make him smile and her clumsiness amuses him. There's a lightness in her that makes him want to try to open up this time. He would always see her laughing and chatting. Such a talkative lass, he thought. It would be nice to have her around, she could be someone in his life-- a tickling noise in his quiet boxed life.

**a short story version of my novelette project for this year^^
please read on for new chapters to come...