My ex is still with the same girl after me true to his reputation as an absolutely devoted boyfriend, and has since put on quite abit of weight (so said Kat the eye-witness).

Maybe I should just do it and not be so rational for once.

I love spending a rainy day in bed, mopping around the house and watching chick flick.

I don’t understand why I always make things so difficult for myself.

I lose my mind sometimes.

People say I keep alot of my feelings to myself. That’s cos I’m reserved by nature.

Love is going the extra mile and having the sweetest thoughts of the person who puts that silly grin on your face. Love is also being patient with stinky brothers who fight with you and listening to your nagging parents repeating the same thing for the Nth time. Love is also just being there for a friend, as a friend, not a counsellor.

Somewhere, someone took my breathe away and has yet to return it.

“I will always love you” reminds me of ‘O’ levels for Perfect 10 played it at least once every hour when I was mugging at home.

Forever is something I dare not promise cos sometimes I don’t even trust myself.

I never want to look back and ask “what if?”.

I think the current US President looks like a duck.

When I wake up in the morning I wish it’s time for lunch.

My past was filled with sweet memories.

I get annoyed when the telephone rings on a Sunday morning.

Parties are for young-at-hearts.

My dog is non-existent.

My cat is the real owner of my house.

Kisses are the best when they are forbiddened.

Tomorrow will be 1 day closer to my next vacation.

I really want to have the courage.

I have low tolerance for people who have no common sense.

[stolen from Popagandhi]