Pple who haf been threatening me with trashy bday presents have successfully put the fear in me,
so much so that I'm dragging my lazy ass in front of the screen to type out this wishlist,
instead of indulging in my mystery thriller.

So here's the wishlist:

1) Shimmery red kappa spain jacket.....yes, I'm still eyeing it....even more so now tt zee has beat me to owning a red jacket of her own...Grr!!!!!I'm still digging the colour red!!!

2) Shimmery green adidas jacket....Yes, the one in vivo...the shopping mall tt houses 2 of my favourite jackets under one roof....Ladies size for both jackets please~

3) Make-over / glam shots....you read me right. Youth preserved in eternity...or watever youth left in me preserved in eternity.

4) Skin care products...read: masks, cream and the likes. For those of u who've alrdy heard, I've just contributed a hefty sum towards nation building (I'll tell the story when I'm more in the mood for blogging), and my deep cleansing mask is almost gone....

5) Money / angpow....read: point 4. GST offset package is not exactly easing the gst hike for me....GREAT SINGAPORE SALE EH!!!!!

6) Something from Guess, say...the manhattan banana, or tokyo flip. Oh!!I'd love a fendi spy bag!!No boring black or weakling white for the spy bag pls....Thanks to the episode with the shoes, I'm over my shoes-phase....hence my current infatuation with bags!!!!!I'd gladly accept any nice tote bags of a more affordable alternative too.

7) Uzap!!!!!! If any of u strike lottery....if anyone really did strike toto, I'd want liposuction.
Better yet, make it a package, and give me a nose job too. No, no, make it an upsize combo and throw in an eye lift!!!Lol~

8) A 1gb memory card for my k800i....i've got too many pics for my miserable storage space.

9) Eau De parfum.....a summery scent from calvin klein or davidoff would be nice. A feminine fantasy piece from ralf lauren or anna sui would be good too....avoid too-sweet-floral scent thoh...I'm no longer a deluded secondary school girl. Better yet!Get me a fresh masculine one!!
Androgynous...oooh...sexy~~~lol~

10) Beautiful surprise!!

That's all folks,
hope it's useful.
And my dear girls, do confirm the BBQ k,
I need to book pit.

By chance, I found Judith McNaught's latest book in the library a weeks back.
In less than 3 days,
I finished the book.
Unlike the way it usually was,
I did not shed a single tear.
I felt a gaping hole somewhere,
unsatisfied.
It was something like that of a hungry man whopping down a meal that was neither tasty enough nor was it fulfilling enough.

Disappointing.

I remembered commenting to galpal that JM seemed to be losing her touch,
and that she longer has the ability to give me that heart-warming
tear-gushing feeling anymore.
I remembered galpal's reply.

She looked me in the eye,
"Maybe u're no longer the same person who used to feel the heart-wrenching feeling anymore"

I just completed a japanese drama on crunchyroll.
It was a story on waiting.

There are some people who believe in waiting,
either for a promise,
an ideal that they cannot bear to let go,
not because they really believe it,
but because doing so would make it bigger than it really is,
not because they really believe it,
but because it has alrdy become the sole meaning of their lives.

Without it,
they won't know how to go on living.

And then there are some people who wait
without waiting,
who wait,
even when they don't say it,
not because they are embarrassed to say it,
not because there's nothing they can do about it,
not because they believe in the illusion of reaping the rewards,
but because they know,
what they're waiting for is irreplaceable,
what they're waiting for is alrdy IT
nothing else would even come close.

5 yrs ago,
if anyone asked me,
I'd tell them that I'm waiting for the courage to embrace a chance.

A year later
if anyone asked me,
I'd tell them that I was waiting for someone
to give me that chance again.

Ask me again 2 yrs ago,
I'd tell u I was waiting to recover,
to heal.

Ask me again last friday,
I'd tell u in a trembling voice that all this while
I've been waiting for that unnamed,
incomprehensible feeling to go away.

Ask me now,
I'd tell u that I'm just waiting for the return of the ability for hot tears to gather in my eyes,
for that heart-wrenching feeling that is so tormenting,
and yet,
so burning that u can't mistake being alive.

Ask me tomorrow,
in the light of day,
and I'd probably tell u the truth,

I don't know what I'm waiting for.
Or maybe,
I'm waiting for the reason that I'm waiting,
to present itself.

I had wanted to blog about an ex-classmate's bday dinner,
I had wanted to blog about my crazy sunday afternoon out wit the boys n chicks,
I had wanted to blog about my Monday evening with the girls,
I had wanted to blog about my grievances under the hands of a certain colleague at work,
I had wanted to blog about this ridiculous t**payer who called in this afternoon
just to test my patience.

There are so many things,
so many stories that I've yet to tell.

But these thoughts flushed down the drain after dinner.

I stood beside the sink, lending mummy dearest my company as she washed the dishes.
Then she began talking.

My auntie from my dad's side rang up my mum this afternoon,
and asked her to accompany her for lunch.
Mum's initial reaction was to decline,
but after hearing her choked-up voice,
she decided otherwise.

Mum said that once she sat down opposite auntie,
the ominous feeling just got stronger.
Apparently,
auntie's gastric got very bad the night before,
so bad she lost sleep and even threw up five, six times.

Mum was shocked.

"Why didn't u go to a doctor?There's a 24 hour clinic nearby wat!"

"How could I? When I was so weak I cld barely manage to make it to the toilet to vomit"

"Ur husband?"

Her eyes misted up.

"He scolded me for making so much noise, groaning and whining about the pain,
that I disturbed his sleep and that I'm spoilt, so spoilt I can't even tolerate a little discomfort.
He scolded me for being lazy, for feigning illness, and warned me to stop it, claiming that I've been putting on an act ever since he got back from work..."

Mum was extremely disgusted.

She couldn't understand how any man could treat his wife like that.

I was infuriated.

I couldn't understand why any woman would allow herself to be treated that way.

My uncle and father are twins.
Yet they are as different as can be.

You'll never catch my father raising his voice at my mum.
On the contrary,
it's my mum who's always throwing her weight around the house.
And that's the environment that I grew up in.

I grew up believing that every woman is worth a mini fortune.
I grew up believing that women are created to be pampered.
If u can't find a man to shower u with love,
u bloody well shower urself with double the amount of love.

I've never really liked my father's twin.
I find it difficult to like a man who curses and swears at his wife over the smallest things,
over the most ridiculous things,
over things that are not even her fault to begin with.
Although he had never raised a hand to my aunt,
verbal abuse is just as bad.

Public verbal abuse is even worst.

Try as I might,
I can never seem to find it within myself to respect a man who hurls vulgarities at a woman.

It dawned on me that the whole situation seemed like something out of a bad chinese drama,
with a lot of sob tears, all the crying...
but this is real.

So real it really is a little scary.

You know the feeling of "shit-will-never-happen-to-me-all-the-bad-things-always-happen-to-others"?
this incident really upsets that belief,
cause this really is something that happened right on my doorstep.

I thought about it.
Mum and I talked about it.

She told me that aunt was really jealous about my father's nine years courtship with my mum before she finally agreed to marry him.
She told me that aunt confided that sometimes,
she wished uncle would just see her as a person,
and care,
just a little,
just to affirm that she is alive,
that she is a person,
that she's flesh and blood.

Mum says that uncle's callousness was due to the fact that they were matchmade,
and auntie was too easy a target.
They began dating almost immediately,
without any effort on uncle's part at all.

Aunt says that it's love at first sight.
Mum says that aunt must be blind.

I still remember an incident that mum related to me before about auntie and uncle.

There was this once that they went to the beach for a date,
and aunt wanted to go swimming.
Uncle did not.
So aunt went by herself.
Unfortunately, her leg cramped,
and she almost drowned in the sea.

Uncle did not even notice,
he only found out what happened when his kpo-ness got the better of him when he caught sight of a commotion.

He walked towards the crowd only to discover, to his shock, his unconscious date being resuscitated.

That was a telltale sign the kind of man my uncle is,
isn't it?
I mean,
it's ur girlfriend whom u let swim alone without a companion
it's ur woman who was being resuscitated and u don't even know

*dammit man, i can feel my anger rising again as I type*

You know they say that when something close to your heart happens,
u'll get this inspiration to write,
and the stuff would be awesome,
cos it's straight from the heart.

It's a freaking lie man.

When something really angers u,
u'll lose ur ability to think coherently.

I've lost my ability to think straight,
and to express myself.

I just needed to get this off my chest,
this jumble of emotions,
and this, this phrase that had bothered me for hours,
since just now when my mum told me.

She said that auntie said this to her,
which left her on the verge of tears.

"I see the way ah ngee (my dad) always smile so proudly and drags u around,
so full of pride to introduce u to all his friends and family during gatherings,
and I see the way that ah jin (my uncle) never fails to just focus on his food then...
and i get this silly urge to cry"

I feel an urge to cry,
to cry for my foolish aunt,
to cry for this heartbroken woman.

Why do u marry her when u can't even do the simplest thing for her,
when u can't even be proud of her,
when u can't be bothered to even pretend to be proud of her?

And why is this stupid woman still willing to put up with all these just to be with u?

and there's a danger in loving somebody too much
and it's sad when u know it's their heart u can't touch
there's a reason why people don't stay where they are
cos baby sometimes love just ain't enough
-

My sweethearts have been bugging me to put up a wishlist.
Haven't got the time to really consider about this extremely important issue yet.
But here's one thing I'd really like to haf on my 21st....

Kissed by Takuya Kimura.

Yum Yum.

A million stars falling from the sky...

And tt Gatsby ad isn't helping one bit.

Wreck ur brains, babes!!!
And pray tt I finish the series soon so I'd b in a more sane state of mind to come up with a more realistic wishlist!!!!!

Lol~
Back to crunchyrolling.

I was exceptionally proud of the 4 pairs of shoes tt I brought back from bangkok,
cos they're real cheap (less than $10 each)
and real nice,
and super comfy.


I've alrdy taken 3 out of the 4 out for walks,
and since I especially love the mustard coloured pair,
I kept it for special occasion.


I actually intended the openin ceremony on nxt wed,
the night out wit my seasons.

But I cldn't wait,
I figured shan's bday party was important enuf for me to put on new shoes.

So I put it on,
and rushed out the door.
I'm seldom late,
and I was alrdy runnin 15min late,
and tt's not including travel time.


So I quickened my steps,
and my left leg twisted.

Thank god my ankle wasn't sprained.

Unsuspecting, I continued my brisk walk.
It twisted again.
and again
and again.


Damn, maybe because it's new shoes.
They're not broken into yet.


I found a seat on the bus and sat down.
Stoned for awhile,
before my narcissistic streak overtook me.

I lifted my legs to admire the pretty shoes.




So pretty...


and then something abt it being not quite right...
I remembered sth weird when I was bucklin up the shoes....
both shoes' buckle seemed to point to the same direction...
or was it my imagination....
I turned my leg and inspected the bottom of the shoes...


F***!


BOTH ARE RIGHT FOOTED!!!!



Oh my freaking god!!!!


So I smiled and socialised my night away at shan's bday party flawlessly,
and nobody suspected a thing,
except deer who alrdy knew,
and who laughed so hard the car shook.
k lah, at least he helped cover-up and avoid situations where I had to remove my shoes.


So at least my stupidity was under wraps.


Actually the pair of shoes was really gr8.
After walkin ard in it for awhile,
it really feels ok.
You know how my feet always hurt, no matter the shoes.
And zee had alrdy concluded it to b "user problem"
but this pair doesn't bite at all!!
So I felt tt ok,
I was up to doing supper wit nelson after the intensive walkin at the party.


Supper was gr8.
Cheese prata was fantastic,
and althoh nelson never managed to gif me his "nelson-joke-of-the-day"
he promised me he'll try to beat my "we***-joke-of-the-century" (the stupid shoes)


Sometime during the supper,
I was again caught up by the urge to admire my stupid shoes.
So I raised my legs under the table and I really thought something was wrong again.
But I cldn't be sure cos the idiots interrupted me


"Stop lookin at the shoes lah, it won't turn into a left pair just bcos u keep starin at it"


Idiots.


The ordeal of the night was over at abt 2am,
when I reached hm.
Standing with my hands on my hips,
I looked at the shoes with regret.


It could haf been u,mustard, but sadly, it didn't work out.


While my mum sat in a crumble on the floor laughing.
It was about 2,
in the damn inhuman hours of dawn.


I came to the conclusion that the sales lady must be pervertic.
Or else she must be damn pissed abt our tryin all her shoes, and haggling for discounts.
But u noe wat,
it consoled me to know that she now has two left pairs to get rid off,
and I don't think there cld b another me in the world,
so


GOOD LUCK TO U, BITCH!!


Finally satisfied,
I grabbed my towel and was on the way to the bathroom,
when suddenly I remembered abt tt weird feelin I had at kayu b4 the idiots broke my thoughts.


I dropped my towel on the nearby sofa,
and advanced on the pair of shoes lying innocently on the floor.


I reached out my hands and aligned them.


Horrified,
and refusing to believe my eyes,
I turned the pair over in slow motion....


Lightning streaked across the sky,
followed by the roar of thunder.

I guessed they were laughin at my stupidity.
At my so-thought level of stupidity.


I stared at the two different numbers inscribed at the soles of the shoes.
and I screamed


"MA!!!!!!!The right side is 37, while the right side is 38!!!!!"


I think I saw tears on my mum's cheeks last night.
Althoh I can't b sure if she cried cos she laughed so hard,
or she cried cos she's never expected to give birth to a daughter who is so retarded.


Oh well,
I heard stupidity is hereditary.

And you know wat this means?
this means that the pervert of a saleslady now has two left pairs of shoes in her shop,
both of different sizes.

LIFE IS FAIR.

The truth behind ur friendly neighbourhood tax officers.

Now who says govt svc pple r a bunch of old, stuffy boring hags?

lol~

Who says we can't multi-task?

This is the sweetest, warmest cup of tea I've ever tasted in my entire life!!

Trust zee to b the most thoughtful girl in the entire world.

And for tt,

I love u zee!!!

n of cos,

I'll always heart dew for being the most soft-hearted girl in the entire universe.

While the gang pranked me with my tea,

there was that "caught-in-the-middle-look" in her eyes,

and she was the 1st to cave in.

U'll make someone really happy one day :)

Life has been great recently.

If this is a dream,

I don't ever wanna wake up.

They say short people generally have a greater sense of balance,
well,
whoever the "they" are,
they lied.

I fell onto an ang moh while I was on the bus hm this evening,
as the freak driver jammed the brakes.
I wasn't kidding,
I didn't "bump" into an ang moh,
I "FELL" into him.

It was damn embarrassing,
especially when my shawl and wallet spilled onto the floor.

It was even worst when his handphone fell to the floor as well.

But in true caucacian spirit,
he brushed off my apologies with an accented "no problem" and a smile,
then bent down and gathered the fallen items.

I swear,
I just gaped at him.

He stood up and returned my stuff to me.

"I'm really sorry abt ur ph..."
oh man.
It was a dopod loh....
don't ask me to name the model,
I'm no longer workin at the hellhole....
I knew that courtesy demands me to offer to pay for damages.
Just as I knew that courtesy demands that a gentleman refuses the offer.

I knew all that.

But I don't trust social rules that much nowadays.
So I merely offered another meek apology,
which he brushed off again.

"The phone's ok, it's still working. By the way, I'm Clive. Hi."

I know it's weird,
but I kinda got a feelin that I'm being hit on?
I mean,
who the hell would introduce himself after a 200 pound girl fell into him and probably caused his dopod to incur a couple of scratches?

"I'm sorry, so sorry, sorry sorry!"

ok,
granted,
I can't remember everythin he said,
and everythin I said in exact wordings,
but I know
he said sth, and he mentioned his name,
and I just kept apologising.
And then he said sth which I distinctly remembered
and I think it's sth I'd remember for a long long long time to come.

"Ok sorry, is that what u'd like me to call u, or do u haf a name?"

Phwoar!!!
I tell u,
my eyes popped out.

I had the sudden urge to spin on my heel and start lookin for a hidden camera somewhere,
I had the hysterical feelin that sometime now, a director is gonna snap his board and shout "cut!!!"

I was so stunned.
I went speechless.
I just stared at him for a few seconds.

"I do-"

"Isn't that too soon to get married?"

My eyes popped out like, a second time.
It's not easy to render me speechless.
But somehow,
my store of witty repartees just deserted me at that instant.

I cld not,
and do not know how to reply.
And I have this crazy urge to burst into giggles.

It's disgusting.

He smiled,
obviously enjoying my discomfort I assumed.

It was a weird feeling,
and he really got me feeling really nervous and unsure of myself.
It's like,
my confidence got zapped or sth.

I think I told him something like,
"This is my stop" althoh it is one stop away from my stop,
but he doesn't haf to know does he?

"So soon? Well, since u don't haf a name, how abt a no. I can remember u by?"

"huh? I don't think so. Sorry! gotta go!!" and I really scrambled off the bus.

I'd be damned.

That's the pro-est attempt I'd ever been put through.

I usually come out of such an event feeling victorious and full of myself.
Afterall,
I always emerge the winner with the sharp tongue and sarcastic rejections
and they,
the crushed losers.

This is the FIRST bloody time that I'm feeling like the tables turned on me.

And on the long walk home,
I can't help but go over the entire incredible scene over and over again in my mind,
imaginin different witty comebacks like

"now who's thinking abt marriage?"
or
"Is that the best u can do?"
or
"Is that a joke?"
or
"Nice try"
or
"I don't think u need a no. to remember me"

In fact,
any freakin rubbish beats the apologies
and lame stuff that came out of my mouth.

I probably sounded like a cheena retard whose vocabulary only includes sorry sorry and sorry.

Bloody hell,
the chinese or even the thai women cld probably manage better replies.

But then again,
they probably wld not get the chance to.

LOL!!!!

I'm only human.
Cut me some slack man!!!
I can't help it if my ego gets a little boost.
I can't help it if my pride swells.

cos

It'll probably diminish 2ml.

No dammit.
It will become shredded 2ml.

I'm meeting Jo for dinner.

I cannot say again how amazing life can be.

If anyone asked me, 3 years ago,
while I was in JC,
if I'd see myself sitting at subway for hours on a saturday night
chatting with none other than honeybunny,
I'd laugh in their face,
and I'd laugh so hard,

I'd drown the person in my very toxic saliva.

But that was what I did last night.

We came to a decision to meet up last night on friday night.
I had my reservations at first,
cos,
althoh I thot we cld get along pretty well,
he is far from being my chit-chat buddy,
and I've never ever gone out with him alone b4.

But I was so glad I met up with him.
I cldn't haf had a better program to spend my sat evening.

We just chatted,
from funny updates abt our lives,
amusing stuff abt JC days,
bitchy things abt pple we know,
to plans for the future,
to even serious issues like politics and current affairs.

And last night,
I suddenly caught a glimpse of the old honeybunny that I used to know.

Honeybunny became honeybunny when...
if memory serves me,
sab had her moment of genuity.
He used to be honeybunnIES,
twice his size,
if not triple, in JC.

"I'm not kidding. When I take pictures with my mum, I look like I cld eat her"
That frank declaration of his says it all.

And althoh he failed miserably in the looks department,
he aced the personality.
It's not easy to be endearing and caustic at the same time.
But he was.

I liked him better when he was honeybunny.

After he shed all that weight.
I felt like he shed the "honey" off the bunny.
He became confident,
smooth,
and I really didn't like the way he behaves sometimes,
especially when it comes to the way he talks abt girls or relationships for tt matter
althoh it's hard to put a finger on the exact spot,
cos,
he still speaks like the guy we all know and haf all come to love,
infusing the appropriate amt of humor in it to negate the sting in his comments.
Witty as usual,
but just lacking that extra sth.

I was very surprised tt he noticed tt he changed.
Even more plesantly surprised tt he genuinely wanted to know if tt's true.

I wld never forget that day in the library when my friends n I were mugging for some silly history test,
and he just walked over to our table,
sat himself down beside me and just asked.

"So,how was ur day?"

It was really a very simple question.
But I was touched.
I told him I felt like he really cared.
Sometimes, it really is the simple things that say the most abt a person.

And I told him tt last night.
Something flashed in his face.

I'd like to think of it as the light of enlightenment.

He told me that he knew that he is different now.
And a part of him knew that the old him is better,
but deep down inside,
he likes the him now,
even thoh he knows tt he is a thorough jerk now,
(althoh he'll never admit abt the jerk part)

That struck a chord in me.
I guess it's sth tt always happens to fat pple who slimmed down.
Many pple do not know this,
but it is traumatic being fat in s'pore.
It's a pressure,
an unsaid burden that one has to shoulder all by himself.

Noone knows wat it's like to be up in the hall sweating ur ass off with pple who r in the same shape as u,
while the rest of the world,
the normal population socialise in their beautiful elite circle in the canteen.

What abt how it feels when u stand in the middle of a crowded bus?

Or sitting in a train and noone takes the sit beside u?

It isn't becos pple judge u cos ur fat,
althoh sometimes, it is bcos of that.
But even if it is,
it's not as bad as the neutral reason that there's simply not enuf space.

Feelin like the scum of the earth,
whose every breath is contaminating the oxygen of others,
that's how bad it was.

And althoh they say that everyone is equal
everyone certainly is not.
There are different privileges,
different tacit social rules governing the normal beautiful pple,
and the "others".

Fat and ugly people r not entitled to the privilege of dating,
or love for that matter.

So when the pounds are gone,
it's only right that they take their place in society.

Everything changes when the weight is gone.

Reality,
it doesn't change,
cos they've always lived under the knowledge.
What makes them different is that they are able to see beyond that facade of reality into the reality beyond, and manipulate it to their advantage.

It's called making up for lost time.

Others call it revenge.

I call it a great conversation.
And I loved every single second of it.

Last night,
he also dealt me a wake-up call.

In a half-joking manner,
when he asked what I was studyin in SIM,
I told him business,
because I haf no idea what I wanted to do in the future.

He started sharing abt his future plans
and his outlook on the economy and the impact of the increasingly global world.

I was impressed.
I was downright ahamed of myself.

He made me realise,
besides the resemblence to nageb,
the difference between the high-flyers
and the hard workers who are forever stuck in their lowly positions and measly pay.

He made me realise,
that breeding makes a hell lot of difference.

Opportunities,
mentality,
thoughts.
I swear,
they are so different.

And it suddenly struck me how similar he is to ah boy and a certain Mr Chan.

It's breeding.
It's what results from being born and bred by a highly-educated family who values education
and who really plans long-term and thinks macro,
instead of focusing on the daily struggles of bread and butter.

We had sandwiches for dinner.
It was a simple dinner.

But it was a damn satisfying one.

Life's kinda crazy ever since exams are over.
Mum's complainin that I'm never hm.

Ms C and i were starving....But no!!

We can't exactly touch the food until the star arrived can we?

So we contented ourselves by camwhoring with it.

I noe, all these look awfully oily and unapetising.
But u noe wat?
They r really not that bad!!
Love the smoked salmon.
Or maybe, I'm just starving.



You know I've always wanted to take the kind of "suspended in midair" shots.
But I guess it has never crossed gravity's mind to be kind to me.

Ms C just got herself a K800i.
Superb camera,
with self-timer function!!!
Cool huh???
Now we can take professional shots of the three of us together!!!!
Isn't that a wonderful reason to celebrate??

OK...cut us some slack!!We're amateurs at this!!Plus timing's hard to catch!!

I remembered about a month back, while the bunch of us were having lunch,I happened to be feelin quite constipated,and I decided to skip the mains and haf only fruits.

T-vis looked up from his plate piled high with food, in a rather pig-like manner and asked me

"whoa!U taking part in ms s'pore universe also ah?"

Grr!!!!Irritatin handsome piece of shit.

Look at that now asshole!!I haf my own pageant to pose for too!!

Since it's a special occasion, and our original plan to hit the clubs was dashed bcos of a public holiday the day after,

we decided to dance inside the KTV room!!!!!

It's so huge for 3 petite girls!!!now don't laugh!!

this is my very own version of chinese dance,
without the fan.
Didn't I tell u I used to b a chinese dancer in primary school?



Like I said,
Life's kinda crazy ever since exams are over.
lol!!!!



It's her birthday.

She's a year older,
let's hope she's one notch up the sensibility ladder,
and one step closer to finding the man of her dreams.

You know,
I've always thot there's two types of girls.
One is the kind who always says they don't need men,
yet will not be complete until they found their meant to be.
The other is just the complete opposite.
They keep harping on their desire to make the right match,
yet when opportunities bite them in their asses,
they run.

She's the former.


And I think,
for someone who believes that hard,
(althoh she'll never admit it)
she more than deserves it.
I've always admired her courage to always be willing to give anything a shot.

That doesn't mean she's an easy target,
that only means she's got an open heart.
And bastards always take advantage of that.

I suppose in a way,
the two Ms Cs (Ms C and Ms C-cups) are so alike.

So the two girls chatted and shared abt their their lives,
and I listened.

And somehow,
I felt old.
I just could not muster the same level of enthusiasm towards probabilities that they could.

And I just could not help it but feel a sense of foreboding when I heard of the presence of the new player in their field.

I cldn't help dousing them with ice water.
It occurred to me that they're always attracted to the same kind of guy
the wrong kind of guy.
The type who's only worth 50cents but think they're a million bucks.

I do hope that the girls realise that they both deserve the true million bucks,
and not counterfeits who think they do.
No matter how convincing the fakes are.

ok,
what I meant to say was,
I heart u, seasons.
And from the look of things,
They love me too.

It's so nice when love's reciprocated!!!!
(althoh my expression may say otherwise,but hey!!I'm constipated!!)
And do take care of urselves!!

9 out of 10 guys are bastards in one way or another.

and the last one is gay.