it might not be love, but it sure is lust

When I look back on the night slash morning,
your hotness overwhelms.




So, stop it with the sexy smoke rings.

please handle with care

After requesting for it, I watched him attempt smoke rings because they’re my favourite. And for a fleeting moment, the love of my life didn’t register nary a blip.

This beautiful apparition did something to my well-worn heart plagued by the haziness of cheap merlot.

To the rest that are or were intending to entrust their hearts, I can’t handle and baby your feelings. Reciprocating seems like a ghastly option and yes, it’s panning out to be a one-sided affair. Because I’m too busy tending to my ailing heart and my plate’s full. and it also makes perfect sense.

And all your whims about how love is not to be shunned and should rightly be embraced with good faith is starting to make me think I’m not the only fool around. We are all circus freaks. Wearing our hearts on our sleeves.

Not to mention starting to grate on my nerves.

Honestly, if I had my way, you should all meet because I’ve gotten weary of playing the part of middleman - of complete acceptance of love and debilitating fear.

If we're lucky, someone might learn something.

these electric dreams

You chose peace over me.
How, in all sanity, did i think i could fight that?

We conveniently forget that only settles your waking hours.

god you're lame.

Love.



pfft.

On a sidenote, i had the loveliest, most surprising evening, with cheap merlot thrown into the mix and i felt something i haven't felt in the longest time, and definitely wasn't expecting to.

i say, thank you for turning the day around.
You had me at hello. and there was nothing cliche about it.

split screen sadness on steroids

I am in love and it’s overwhelming.

It’s possibly brought out the very best and worst in me. Because how could I learn forgiveness and royally screw the ones closest to me?

Looks set to be a long dark journey right down the rabbit hole. And I don’t think I even know how to pace myself.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this sorry.
And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that, all the nutella cupcakes in the world isn’t going to make this right.

noughties must be the most overused word in the tuuuanties

I’m reading all these 30 rock quotes instead of working on writing up these events that will be happening somewhere in the near future or possibly the rest of 2010. I heard dawdling is a sign of brain tumour. I hope it’s just a very nasty habit.
Going off-tangent, i’d like to be remembered as 'the editor that sat on her toilet seat & crafted possibly the most compelling argument on how to multi-task.

That must sure chase the boys away.

It’s crazy how I used to think getting first dibs on what’s what, who’s where and who you like really need to watch meant actually wanting to attend more of these events. But it’s a lot like the opposite sex or relationships in general- spoilt for choice translates to being pressured and you end up picking the one that you will possibly not remember. No stories for the grandkids there.

Anyways, I would like that trip about now. To reminisce, recreate and here’s to something slightly wilder. May the lush surroundings of holiday-town provide an awesome breeding ground for epiphanies.

That will be really helpful.



Okay now I leave whoever is reading this, a quote.

“You have to stuff your heart with steel wool and tin foil. You must be ruthless, you must be absolute. Remember always you are the exterminator, say it!"




Said Jack.