I speak lots... till I can't sleep.

Big deal. Many people can speak more languages than I can.

So here I am, at 2 a.m., trying to sleep but just couldn't resist playing with the PC. (Dumbass.) And right now, all I can think about is what a classmate of mine said...

"So you're a Baba?!"

Urgh. I know it's just small talk and she's a friendly, bubbly personality who lives a couple of blocks away from me. (I still can't believe it. What are the chances?) Anyway, I hate being called a "Baba" because...
(1) I am not one, but grew up Peranakan style.
(What a headache that is.)
(2) My name is not Ali Baba and I want nothing to do with 40 thieves.
(Except kill them.)
(3) I do speak English, Malay, Chinese (& some Hokkien/Teochew), some Japanese, some German, and a few phrases in Spanish and Thai.
(So my brain makes no bloody sense whatsoever.)
(4) I may be an only child but STOP SAYING THAT I AM SPOILT!!! I always wanted to tear off the head of whomever says that. And if I did, I would get messy with blood all over my clothing. (Uh, ignore the fourth bit. What - was - that...?)

Yeah. Yeah! Screw you! Whatever! I'm going to bed.