Questionaires

Okay, i'm so tired of reading heavy history so I'm gonna attempt some trivial questions that won't require that much analysis.

#1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?

Depends on what kind of betrayal. If he cheats on me with another, I'll text the girl and warn her, just to let her know what kinda guy he is. I'll wish her good luck. If she knows that he already has a girlf... then watch out. I'll scream bloody murder & curse them. She'll die sucking him off and he'll die because his balls fell off. But if they really are compatible with each other...then i guess i'd have to learn how to forgive, yes? And be happy for them... eventually.

#2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?

To be very influential. Something like Oprah Winfrey. I've often wondered what that'll be like.

#3. What will your dream wedding be like?

After all the necessary Islamic procedures,

Our reception shall be a small, personal affair, with 76 (38 from each side) guests, max. It'll be on a boat (love cruise), as it's symbolic of the beginning of our journey together as man and wife. We'll sail our maiden voyage together. Awwww.

And when he gazes at me lovingly, holding up my veil/whatever "head-gear" i'm wearing... as i puke into the sea... (i reckon i'll get sea sick) and then proceeds to mop me up with his Hermes (haha, indeed!) white handkerchief bought specially for the breast pocket of his tux... I know we're built to last, in sickness, grossness and in health :)

I swear, I'm such a hopelessly lovable romantic, right? Oh of course, I'll be there for him if he pukes too. I'll save him if he slips and falls off the deck. I'll throw the floating device thingy (boya?) after him. My man will be able to swim, so i won't fret much about him drowning. LOL.

#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?

OMG, YESS. What if i don't make it to uni? What if i'have no other choice but to go work?? I'm sucha typical Singaporean student, minus the hard working part.

#5. What’s your ideal lover like?

There's no such thing as ideal. I have no specifics. But i've always dreamed of being with someone who just gets sexier with age. Our conversations must be as passionate too. And we'll spend some Sundays cooking with each other :)

#6. Which is more blessed? Loving someone or being loved by someone?

Loving someone. What's the point of being loved if you cannot return it back? Then you'd just feel suffocated by all the unwanted love. It has to be BOTH WAYS. I cannot stress the importance of this enough.

#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?

I'll wait till I love him no more.

#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

Nothing. Maybe secretly hope that it won't last that long? But i'll keep away.

#9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?

A'LEVELS, SCHOOL, MY WEIGHT.

#10. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?

(a) Successful (I MUST depend on ME, for everything. I'll only spend my own)
(b) without children, not yet
(c) with my first/a few designer (preferably LV) bags
(d) living in my own yuppie apartment
(e) with a fiance/husband/in a serious, stable relationship (PENDING)

I can't seem to decide between working for a magazine (editor, columnist ect) or being a property agent. Maybe i really end up with my "Tubbypuffs" TM epok epok business uh...

#11. Who are currently the most important people to you?

My mom, my dad, my aunties and Opah (they keep reminding me and supporting me, telling me that I have to give my best shot and that I'll make it, if only I try hard enough. They also keep praying for me) And my teachers, of course. Some really go all out of their way to render their help.

#12. Would you rather be rich and single or married but poor?

Depends, if i'm NOT HAPPILY married and poor... than i choose money, baby. I REALLY don't want my kids to go to school worrying about money!

#13. What’s the first thing you do every morning?

Smell my armpits. It's a weird habit, i know.

#14. Would you give all in a relationship?

Since i only enter a relationship when i feel ready and at ease, of course I will. I'd give my all and more.

#15. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick?

What kind of stupid question is this? What are my choices like??

#16. What type of friends do you like?

The kind who are most like me :)

#17. What type of friends do you dislike?

If i dislike them... than obviously I don't consider them my friends right.

#18. If you have to choose between love and friendship, what would it be?

If it's a real, honest friendship, I know my friend won't ask me to choose. And neither will I ever force a friend to make this very difficult choice.

You, the one who read till the end, go do it too, so i can read YOUR answers :D

Cravings

I have this sudden urge to eat epok-epok. Kentang ones. I need one so badly. NOW! I hate instant epok-epok. There's this... weird mechanical feel and taste to them. I can't stand the artificiality. I wish they have epok-epok delivery. A 24 hour one would be perfect. Haha.

Maybe,
I'll start an epok-epok business.
And name it something cooler than Old Chang Kee.
Like what sia?
Young Chunky.
Lame!
hahahaha.

I cannot.

I can't stand waiting.

I can't stand anticipating

I can't stand speculating.

I can't stand our current state of immobility.

I can't stand not knowing whether we'll exist together again.

I hate the way time takes hold of everything

and decides to include me in its plans

only when it feels like it.

They told me i'm the planner

Rightfully,

i'm the boss of you,

time.

More often than not,

I can't stand A's.

And I can't stand knowing that I won't be able to make the cut.

I'm so pissed.

I can't seem to do comparison of texts, properly!

D:

ARGH.

Trying is just not good enough.

I need to make it work!

I don't know why this is suddenly remarkably important to me.

Feels like a NOW or NEVER thing.

(I'm talking about comparing those texts)

Yay!

It's so weird. I'm blogging because i've just written A HORRENDOUSLY LONG LITERATURE ESSAY. And i feel like it's a big deal because i can't believe how accomplished i feel right now. LOL. I've just never written anything so long and wordy before, except, maybe... blog entries? But this essay is longer than any blog entry, i swear.

Knowing Mdm Lee though, she'll probably give me a 10 out of 25, at most? Considering that i've put my soul into this piece of work, trying to do things right for once, i'm gonna bawl my heart out if i do get crappy marks.

Somedays, i wish i'm Rip Van Winkle

Photo credits to FarahZee* (the one in white and our favourite Alicia Keys for the day). Omg, I so wasn't dressed right. I looked like their maid, but no matter because it was a happy occasion, all in all :)

How can one Saturday be so many things at once.

I was:

Annoyed, genuinely happy, impressed, amused, disgusted, ashamed (to be a Millennian), suprised, angry, hungry, upset, tired, panicking (while i sat through Transcendence, watching their performances and then worrying about the pile of stuff i've yet to learn) awed... nevergoodenoughforyou.

and lastly, i just felt as lousy as trash. Even trash's more useful cause at least it's recyclable.

Farahzee*, you made the start of the show full of promise! Yay! I'm glad i saw you sing live:) It made today worth it.

I'm so tired of running and thinking that i can finally reach you again somehow, someday. This distance would just keep accumulating and expanding, pushing us even further apart, leaving just some cold empty space between us. Sometimes i wonder if it'll be an easier situation if one of us existed no longer. I guess not. I just felt completely showed-up today. I can't believe he looked happier and better than i've ever seen him before. And i might as well have been a trapped animal in surburbia, in the midst of happy, smiling people.

& the only bright spark in my days right now keeps blinking and shining some light for me occasionally, at odd intervals, before going off, to do better things. Besides, i can't be expecting anything from this... perhaps just for some harmless injection of "wide-smile serum" before i retire back to my incomplete essays, my notes and everthing else that's unpleasant and mundane.

OH YES, ONE GOOD THING HAPPENED!

I've found my pencil box! My sister brought it to school without telling me. Doink doink. This, i believe, represents hope.

*curses and swears

Damn it.

My pencil box's gooone (misplaced!)

NOW, of all the times it could have chosen to get itself misplaced.

Ohshuggs. It's so important okay.

& functional too.

And all my data's gone (my thumbdrive is in it).

And Farah, our anklet too.

"And my precious coloured pens" . Hahahahaha

PLUS, i've just realised it like... NOW. At bloody frikin' almost twelve midnight. I'm so sad. Now i think i know what combo hits mean. It sucks all hope and energy out of you. I hate how the teachers care so much about their students, about ME. It makes me feel guilty for not trying and caring more than them (or even half as much as them). Really though, i am so touched by their altruistic motives.

And now, i have nothing to write with. I need to wait for an eagle to lend me one of its feathers, and an octopus to squirt me some ink.

*exaggerates & dramatizes dramatically*

D:

Hissy, prissy bloggers & their entries.

We've all seen plenty of blog spats and some are of course, uglier than others. With tagboards these days, you just never know who may one day decide to come knocking on your blog-step.

We've all witnessed the different ways certain individuals present their case against others and sometimes, certain entries just makes me want to heave my fat ass in laughter. Not only are they a pathetic attempt at self-gratification but the nature of these entries lead readers to believe that it is the blogger's PLEA to be heard, to have their entries sensationalized since their content are obviously all fluff. Ha! Both parties would continue to retaliate until one auspicious day... when one of them decides that it's too much effort or perhaps by some miracle, THEY DECIDE TO JUST GROW UP AND LET IT GO (but usually this doesn't happen) .

You know what? Retaliation these days seem to follow the usual boring patterns. It makes me sick thinking of what a bore these spats have become. It used to be a form of entertainment but now, i just feel like a jaded couch potato who watches bad comedy on re-run. So i'll make a promise here and now:

If there ever is a need for me to retaliate, i'll make sure i damn well step up the game and bring it to a whole new level. You'll experience a show-down like you never have before. And I intend to win every single round. So far, there is no real need, yet. Call it immaturity, but hey, at least it will be entertaining.

Maybe you'll interpret this as a threat? But hey, looking at your lit grades (i'm sure they won't be of any stellar quality, but if i'm wrong than kudos to you, really, i'm the kind who'd be pleased to see other Millennians succeed) you probably won't even begin to realise the subject matter and writer's intention for this particular entry. Hoho.

Toenails...

I planned to blog in great detail about toenails, because silly Marcus and I talked in depth about them over lunch. I don't know how come a toenail discussion can be so intense and serious, when people are getting killed over bread in Iran... But like he pointed out, it's not like forgoing our ice-cream ("ice cream is not in any way agriculture what naaas, well think about activism when we have the time!") would make a difference anyway and so he persisted for me to go get my toenails done- "NAS! YOU HAVE TO! I've always wanted to see you have purple and bright red nails, on alternate toes... hahahaha.. it'll look disgustingg! And then we can proudly walk around and show that mismatched colour on nails are the ugliest things evaahhh!"

Uh, riiiight Marky. You don't know how my mommy is. There was this one time she freaked in the middle of Vivo's Pull&Bear outlet just because she caught me with pink nail polish on my toes! She dragged me all the way to the toilet (after stopping by face shop on the second floor to get nail-polish remover)... and made scrub them clean. She completely virginized my toes lah.

Oh but i'm disgressing too much. Marcus is crazy. Yup, that's the whole point of this entry. He started talking about the beauty of toenails (and how to remove dirt that normally gets stuck to the sides of your Papa toe) in the middle of an otherwise perfectly yummy lunch. We were at it for a good half hour, i swear.

Okay, and the other thing?

I think i'm gonna change my blog address soon. I suddenly feel like it. I hope to be found though, so i'll leave little clues behind. Heh.

P/S: Farah, i'll blog about what you texted me this morning on a more private blog. Hahahaha, then we can laugh together :D

I like today and i guess today likes me too.

Sometimes you wake up with no expectations whatesoever but go through the day expecting to do stuff and then finally, end the day with so many.

Like for instance; i have to complete that international trade essay by tonight, finish up the nationalism case studies on Burma and Indonesia before i sleep... and do at least 15 mins on that twist&shape (so that i can sweat like the biggest-test sweater) before i sleep!

And sometimes, you far exceed what you expect to complete, and this makes me feel like punching my fist into the air and exclaim, "YAYY!"

And so, I had a really nice day today :)

Morning friday haze. I'm in another daze.

Honestly, i'm afraid to be caught in a situation whereby i put my arms around your neck, like i used to do eons ago and look at your face, trying my hardest to search for some form of familiarity. I'm terrified at the thought of finding none at all.

What if one day i look at you full in the face, right in the eyes...and there it is, as clear as ever, the fact that you're long gone. You're just looking back at me politely, coolly and a little sadly from some other place, in the future where things are brighter and happier for you. Then what?

I guess that will be my cue to just leave, even if i don't want to. Who knows, maybe it already happened.

I think i'll just stay in today and miss my final year of celebrating Racial Harmony Day as a school event. Big deal.

Taking A Chance on Love

Here I go again
I hear those trumpets blow again
All aglow again
Taking a chance on love
Here I slide again
About to take that ride again
I'm starry eyed again
Taking a chance on love
I thought the cards were a frame-up
I never would try
But now I'm taking the game up
And the ace of hearts is high
All things are mending now
I see a rainbow blending now
We'll have a happy ending now
Taking a chance on love

[Instrumental break]

Here I slip again
About to take that trip again
Got my grip again
Taking a chance on love
Now I prove again
That I can make life move again
In the groove again
Taking a chance on love
I walk around with a horseshoe
In clover I lie
And brother rabbit of course you
Better kiss your foot good-bye
On the ball again
I'm riding for a fall again
I'm gonna give my all again
Taking a chance on love
Taking a chance on love

-Renee Olstead

Okay fine, I LOVE her version. So you've proved that you know my taste in music, huh? I'm taking my chance on A's, not love, really.

But perhaps I'll be whistling this in about 3 months time after my last paper on Nov 21st!

Inside my head

Let me throw out some random words and thoughts, just stuff off the top of my head.

- People don’t really know how awful I can be.
- Broccoli
- History
- Another bird got smashed on the road, on my way home today :(
- SEASEA (hahaha, this is the name of Nabiha’s SEAsian hist notes)
- Fuck
- Text me laaaaa…now?
- My boobs are not small okaaay
- Alex lied. He’s not gay no more. Alex suck.
- Ugly ugly uuuuuuuugggs
- Jurong’s MP died
- Why can’t they have Long John Silver’s around Bukit Batok area?
- I want sushi!
- Just hypothetically, if I have to choose between a fair girl and a dark girl (both look totally alike), which would I choose? (I really don’t know the answer to this one)
- Eeeeeeeeee fat thighs.
- Aiyaaa, I’m supposed to look up Jstor for Lit readings
- I wish I can take me far away on a boat trip to Milwake.
- How am I supposed to compete with all the other A’level candidates? HOOOOWWWWW??
- Why am I blogging uh? I thought I have lots to do? Er… like what?
- I wish I have a pet dog. A siberian husky would be hot.
- Come and get my number

There are lots more... Do you realise that within just a few seconds, your thoughts can really travel and bounce off one unrelated thing to another? I’ve obviously missed out on having a rational thought process. Does that make me kinda retarded? Or maybe… the fact that I'm consciously recording down my thoughts… made me feel obliged to think of a variety of "interesting" stuff. Huh. I don't really know what's the point of this entry.

Plus, I still have SEASEA readings to do. Prioritise, please!

Age just gets to us all

Many a time i've been mistaken for a chinese girl... and often i just nod along and say "orh, orh" when they speak to me as i walk away and wave goodbye. I know it's silly. Like obviously it's not so hard to just tell these people that i don't understand chinese, right? The only people i do bother to correct would be sales girls who tend to bug me and explain the various colours of clothes that they carry in chinese. I mean, heck, i won't want some idiot following me around speaking, spitting spitballs at me while i'm browsing, right??

So this happened yet again yesterday, when i was on the way to meet Marky at Toa Payoh. I was on the train and this old chinese lady started talking to me. I have no idea why... but i thought she looked so sweet and kind, and in need of somebody to chat with on the train! So, being the kind-hearted person that i really am, i just nodded along and humoured her. I laughed when she laughed and when she asked me a question, i just shrug my shoulders and say, "wo bu zhe dao eh.." and when she talks, i just kept going "dui, dui" (i know i've just committed hanyu pinyin kamikaze but don't screw me on that) all the way to City Hall, from Jurong East!!!! Seriously, i should get CIP hours for my services.

Here's when the drama started;

When we reached City Hall, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pointed to the door. She almost pulled me out of my seat okay! In shock, i smacked her hand and she just dropped my wrist in awe and wonderment. Then she proceeded to grumble about me in a real loud voice and people in that cabin started looking at me with disgust. I just shrugged my shoulders and said- "WHAT, I DON'T UNDERSTAND MANDRIN HORR..." (like cheena bukit like that). I was pretty mortified. I've just assaulted a poor old lady for goodness sake!

Serves me right for trying to chat her up. I thought i was being a wonderfully kind citizen whaaaat. Aiyaaa. So Marcus, here's the full story! I just felt like going home instead. Besides, Toa Payoh seems so faaaar. & i didn't have money! Ice-cream soon, alright? Sorry sorry sorry.

Happy nineteenth, from here onwards, you'll shine like you never have before.

Throughout our 2 years of friendship, she's always been the endearingly sweet one, with hardly a bad word to say about others (with the occasional outbursts of anger and hatred, of course, when her mood fancies it, come on, she's still only human!) I'd like to think that I'm the one who taught her how to be meaner and say "NO" to people who are definitely not worth this girl's attention and kindness. Then again, maybe it's her patient nature that allowed her to stick with me through the fat and thin, and not get tired of my lunacy and hissy, prissy antics. Nevertheless, i think you've toughened up a bit and do you know how heartening it was, to see you kick out of yet another downfall (i still hope he shits in his canoe) better and more level-headed than ever!

I love you heaps.

& you jolly well believe it!

Farah, look, it's all the things you love!

There are lots more that i'd love to have included,

but you know, space & time just won't permit it!

So here's a poem instead.

A Friend Like You

There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one's the best:
To have a friend like you.

In times of trouble
Friends will say,
"Just ask... I'll help you through it."
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!

And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend... like you.

-Unknown.

***

You know how rare birthday dedications are on my blog. So you'll know just how special this one is specifically crafted for you.

With you in mind, the whole day,

I've thought alot about what i want to say.

Plus, typing means i don't have to pay,

for any presents along the way! (haha, kidding)

Just know that i'll always love you,

Fat days, thin days, through and through!

Even if you grow a big hairy mole,

i will refrain from saying "boo :("

You're oh so special just so you know

I really hope the next guy you meet would go with your flow.

Otherwise it would really blow

For me to not see the way happiness makes you glow.

Our friendship's centered around food,

Banmian, sushi, cheese and chocolatey slime.

Almost anything to suit our mood!

However, we'll know just when to draw the line,

It's when our feet are too fat to fit into boots!

Okay, the last four lines don't rhyme. I can only wish and pray for the finest that you deserve in this world. I pray for your happiness, your health and your future weight-loss expeditions. Even if my years at MI ended up dreadfully lousy, I'm just glad we had the chance to cross paths long enough for me to get to know you like this (: And i mean it.

Now gal pal, let's tackle A's right by the balls.

We'll have it castrated by the time we're done.

I can't think of a title for this one.

This is a bit late, but i thought it's kind of a funny picture, this one.

Can you see Farah cari kutu? HAHA.

Nad's a bangle dangler.

Farahzee's a sexy wildcat.

Ha's an owl.

Jannah's all hoity-toity,

remaking the statue of liberty

&

I am just happily shocked.

***

"I am the biggest spreader. Just look at my thighs. I can spread it across any continent, just name me one and i'll cover it all!"

Haha. It was the only thing i remembered saying today.

Back to school after mid-terms.

It's only the second day back at school and i've already ditched Lit class for Desperate Housewives online. It's like getting a fix. I love my new "friends" on Wisteria Lane. They've made me fall in love with them, to the extent of caring about them (indeed, actually CARE about them more than i ever could with some people)! It may sound crazy but i've had imaginary conversations with Bree Hodge (a.k.a Bree Vandecamp) in my head about whipping up a souffle in couture. I'm fixated with the series and I WILL NOT REST IN PEACE TILL I GET TO THE FINAL EPISODE OF SEASON 4!

So anyway, today i found out that the PE department's posted me to do something which i did not (and never would) sign up for! They have mercilessly forced me to take up archery when i specifically asked for pilates.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH.

Now i'm shooting arrows at some round circly thing, trying to aim for center?? WHATEVER FOR?? I was so excited about bending and controlling every single movement and muscle- stuff that they were supposed to teach us at pilates but NOOOO. They just had to stick me with a bow and arrow. I'll tell you something, the only arrow i want to be shooting is cupid's (for this i already have a clear target in mind but that's a different story)!!! Okay, fine. Nevermind. Toned arms better compensate for this incredulity.

This year sure hit me with a whole lot of things that I DO NOT WANT.

2008 is a year of idon'twants. Cool, i have a name to describe this year already and it's only July! Nevertheless, i'll probably turn it around before year-end. Just watch me.

HELLO HELLO

Tag me and say anything you'd like to say!
You can let out anything that's bugging you,
anything at all you have in mind!
Have some random musings?
Share it with me :)
It's always fun to let things out mindlessly,
well now you have a platform for it & no one
will know it's you!
Do it anonymously or leave a name, whatever!
Just go ahead and tag away! It's tagfest on my blog.
You are all invited to criticise me too if you want,
PUBLICLY.
How often do you get such an offer?

WELL, COME ON AND DO IT NOW :D
(this offer is exclusively on my blog only)

Okay, on second thoughts, i don't want dirty linen aired. It's only been 20 mins!

Yay, i'm the top!

"At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Minnie Mouse!"

Hahahahaa, you really do a fantastic job at making me laugh, seriously. Thanks for singing this, knowing how much i love corny rhymes- in high, silly voices! I don't think i've had a funnier phone convo than THIS! Marcus rawks. (He forced me to say nice stuff about him. He thinks my hair sucks, btw. Sucker.)

Talk back, talk bad.

It's inevitable that we all say nasty things about other people, whether or not we know them.

There are times when we are compelled to criticize and laugh at people who walk past us at shopping malls. In my case, I'd usually shoot death stares at parents of incorrigible kids, to shame them. Like seriously, go control your nincompoop of a child. Don’t let it run around, touching the clothes of strangers with their grubby hands (especially if they are very ugly kids)!!! Put them on a friggin leash if you must. Who am I to judge them, though? Who am I to say that they are irresponsible, ineffective parents? Furthermore, who am I to call their kids ugly?! They're just people. I am in no position whatsoever to pass judgements. So what? We all know this but I doubt it stops us from inwardly tsk-tsking at strangers who just, well, don’t quite sit with us.

The point here is, I believe that it's at least justifiable for one to pass comments and opinions of negative nature about people we know. Maybe it's controversial but it's true. At least there are grounds for debate on this one. Some people you meet through the course of life become your friends and there are some friends who you just end up not liking. The more you get to know them, the more you just don’t get on with them. I'm not saying you despise them but you just don’t see eye to eye on certain things that they do/say and this leads to plenty of bitchings. But don’t you see? At least your dislike is justifiable. If you can stand by your claims and prove to yourself, at the very least that this friend of yours is horrible, than your dislike is justified!

It's not possible for you to like everybody anyway. So it doesn't make you a bad person if you wake up one day, thinking, "Hmmm, I really don’t like so-and-so, because she does such disgusting things like...(here is where you proceed to find evidence to support your claim)"

Yes, it doesn't make you a bad person even if so-and-so happens to be somewhat of an acquaintance. So whoever said you're backstabbing your own friend? You're merely just airing out your views! Just make sure you have plenty of evidence to support your claims. Be prepared to face rebuttals and be prepared to listen to awful things about yourself as well (if you decide to share it with the other members in the arena, of course). After all, every single bitching comes with a price to pay.

wooooo

I went straight home after that freakshow of a literature paper.
I would have done way better pulling a camel out of a hat, i tell you.
So anyway, i lazed on my big comfy couch with haagen daz (belgian chocolate)
in tow, and i watched movie after movie after movie. Mmmmmmmm.

I can so get used to this. I feel good :) I've never enjoyed being alone
more. All i have to listen to are sounds from the teevee and my own head
going zzzz z z z zzz z z z z zzzzz aaaahhhh.

Next time i think i'll try boiled broccoli and ice cream.
It'll be somewhat a balanced lunch, at least?

Someday soon, i'm going on a date with myself and my
one hell of a fugly head of hair. But it shouldn't matter.

Everytime i look in the mirror,
i have to suppress the desire to scream. I'm not exactly kidding.

27 Dresses

I watched 27 dresses and i weeped like as though my pet hamster died (again). It's not even that sad but it just makes me bawl. I think i'm crying prolly because I still have a paper tomorrow and i'm lapping up every show I can get my hands on...and also, how can anyone be so patient and kind, without being condescending? Nice people, just depress me. They are just so, out of this world.

Anyway, this guy Katherine Hiegl met in the story made me laugh. He said, "Love is patient, love is kind, love means slowly losing your mind." It rhymes and it's funny. It's beautiful. Okaaaay. Sappy sappy me.