What Becomes of A Broken-Hearted?

Why, Hello there. I've just awaken from the dead. Its good to be alive again.

Pop quiz time ;


What happens when you don't post for a week?

The blog becomes :
A: abandoned
B: isolated
C: neglected
D: all of the above.


Enough about that, I just pre-ordered Lock and Key US Paperback version, woot. I can't wait I can't bloody wait shit I am so not kidding I am serious you see I'm serious I'm serious I'm se-- what the hell? Of course I can wait. Patience is my middle name. *barfs*

Sometimes I think this world is lacking of good keeper guys. Not the goalkeeper. Trust me, one is enough especially if he's living under the same roof. I meant the kind of guy you'd want to bake cookies and make fruit cobblers to. We all should go and watch The Good Guy and learn from there. While we're at it, us girls can totally ogle over Scott Porter (he's moderate though Kitsch, ahhh Kitsch. I can't remember why I hated him in FNL.) What the hell am I talking about? I don't even remember what The Good Guy is all about. Isn't it the movie with Alexis Bledel and Aaron Yoo? I think it is. Hmm *mind scrolling...* Nope. Can't recall. Yeah yeah. I suck, big deal.


Okay. I need to be taller. I mean that, big time!! 3 cm wouldn't hurt would it? Seriously. 5'7 isn't asking too much kan? I like being tall. It makes me feel less vulnerable than I already am. Now, everyone seems to be towering above me. Is this another way for life to show me that I'm running out of things to mention in my best feature? I'm getting shorter by the second, pimples are all over my face especially on the forehead (the one place I actually prided over being smooth), I found out that my noes are actually crooked. Way to make my day.


Oh Ray, give me some sugar. I've recently remembered how much I love Sugar Ray despite its crazy lead singer with all those tattoos. When It's Over and Someday is an all-time favourite. Sometimes, I would find myself living in the past. Seriously.

Come to look at it : I prefer Desktop Computer than Mini Laptops. I prefer old Britney than New Britney. I prefer Ipod Classic than Ipod Nano. I prefer books than audiobooks.

and those are just to name a few. I'm one old fashioned bitch. How I wish I was born in the 1930's. Okay, that is for no particular reason. It came out randomly, so excuse my mistake.


Why why, I have to go. Beauty sleep awaits. *coughs*