I was talking to my friend online and he asked me a question that sums up what i've been going through for the past one year..

R says:
and what of your flings? you're young and hot what
[me] says:
i dont have flings la
[me] says:
just alot of dates who didnt turn into boyfriends


perhaps the guys i meet are not 'right'. perhaps the guys i meet are commitment phobic. perhaps i am not attractive anymore. perhaps i am the one who's commitment phobic.

the other day i was trying to imagine getting together with *. I had this suffocating feeling that makes me wanna choke. But at the same time i think i am fancy-ing him more and more. Contradicting, yes. He's like a pack of cigarettes. Cigarettes loudly advertise that they are bad. They cause bad breath, heart disease, lung cancer but i just cant help reaching for it and loving it.
Bitch? yes.

and then these ppl i meet gives me shit. the most recent one just gave me a new piece of shit. hm. But this time its pretty fair because i did a shit before he did his. wtf?

anyway i am freezing my asse off here in frankfurt. More freezing tml in new york. gotta go have my crispy duck dinner before heading off to bed. It's friday and its singapore 2.49am. Everyone's out drinking n clubbing. i also wannnnna drink. I need to drink badly. The other day i drank so much that i think it did a fair bit of damage to my stomach. The pain didnt stop for 2 whole days.


tired. tata.
You've got the poison, I've got the remedy.
@12/22/2007 02:30:00 am