just minishorts.

Try really hard. Move up to the edge of the coin and see both heads and tails at the same time while balancing between the flimsy point. I've been jumping from one surface to the other so often that I confuse far too many people.

Sorry.

I've made the biggest mistakes of my life these days. I've been letting go too much of steam, plunking myself into the most unnecessary of unnecessities—been getting angry when I could actually try to look at things objectively.

Which leads me to saying more.

I've been pretty much a kid, yeah? I've been reading books, and experiencing life with a mere touch and go attitude. Hence the vicious cycles, of betrayal and heart aches, the strangling ropes of jealousy that pounce upon me has never loosen yet.

I mean it to you. I'm sorry for being like this, impossible… stubborn, undignified, and flamboyant with my 'philosophies'. The worst thing about this is tying up the gags like the way that you've been doing, two rockets will simply destroy each other. So that person is a …. the other person is a…. so you hurt my feelings…. so he's insensitive… so she's hostile…. I'm sorry for falling into the very same trap that makes me feel so disrupted.

I'm crawling out.

By the time I crawl out I will be alive and well again. I just hope to God I still have that energy to move on and grow on.

Oh, and since I'm at this apologizing phase, might as well.

YOU! I'm sorry for hanging on for so long, for being unwilling to forgive and forget. I'm sorry to pester you, to trail your prints, to hold on to unimportant bits. I'm NOT GOING to say sorry for accusing you of breaking me apart, neither am I going to say that you've done the right thing. But I do have to say thank you to you for one thing, allowing me the experience to come to this point in life where I am finally brave enough to do this upfront.

I've bought a new package of tea, and the water's boiling, the tea leaves smell nice, and I'll take very good care of this cuppa.

Not sure if there's such a word. Lots of things to say, not necessarily in a coherent line of thought…. Let's see….

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Ooooh, I found a question on this red, black, blue, orange and green thingy. Fickle-minded piece of thang, you poor thing. I almost pity you, but just almost.

Anyway, fret not, I've the perfect answer for you.

Go, go, go–far far far and far away, don't ever come back. I'm sure you'll enjoy whatever you have in mind. Besides, you don't really belong here anyway, so why the indecision?

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You know what women hate most in guys? Lies.

I ought to polish the art of speaking like how I write… I never seem to be able to do that you see. Usually I am able to craft the written word into something that seemingly resembles a single word that defines brevity. In which case, I'm not too good at expanding summaries.

Here's a good line, 'It's not a lie. I just didn't tell you that's all.'

Right. One word into seven words, complete with a subject, a verb and an object. Positive to negative some more. One contraction and two extras thrown in for emphasis. Wow. How convenient.

Now THAT, I've got to learn.

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Drip-drip-drip-drip.

Sniff.

Drip-drip-drip.

Sniff.

Drip-drip-drip.

Dribble….

Sniff.

Tissues please?

Sniff.

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Blast them feelings away. I ought to learn how to think like a stone.

No it's not paranoia when the average woman will have the same fears. And despite what you may think, she is an average woman, of an average height, has the average body shape, has an average taste when it comes to clothes and stuff, and beliefs, they're pretty much average too.

It never fails to astound me how people conclude that minishorts is this mysterious, vague woman who is different from the rest.

But she isn't really. Hell even the car she drives is pretty much average, that's a Wira, mind you.

No where near extraordinary, like the average woman, she gets blisters when she wears newly purchased leather heels, and worries all too often over her weight and the size of her hips and thighs. She gets uncomfortable when her bf tells her she's chubby and cute, and frowns in agony when she smells that whiff of un-bathed odour.

She jumps the guns sometimes, and goes into a frantic frenzy without knowing really, that she's making mountains out of molehills, and threats, there's plenty down her sleeves. She'll toss them up in the air as if she's juggling ping pong balls, but they all fail on her. Face her with a confrontation, and she'll give up on being brave, lose all her thoughts and fall into a normal, 'Hi how are you mode,' yes, that, despite the promises to herself to be all chic and classy.

Still the same old, same old. So sorry, hun to keep your pressures up like that. *hugs* I love you you know?

My mood is terribly foul these days. Oh maybe yes, that the laws of karma are at work–I must have offended someone or something to be bruised in this manner… but that ain't going to stop me on this bitching rampage.

F***ing asshole.

Sorry. *hic*

You've got a c**t growing in place of a mouth.

*Hic* Forgive me.

But it oddly seems as if besides the brain you have been blessed with, you've also been given an incredibly towering nose. You walk with your boobs pointed to the skies btw, and as if that isn't a enough of a sore sight, your enormous behind also points to the skies.

Add that with your enormous nose that meninggi-ingly disgusting (what with your nostrils flaring icky bits of greenish white mucus and unkept nostril-hairs, you look like a biatch.

Also, I wonder where you get that groomed walk you make everytime you trot around in the premises. The clicking of your heels are incredibly loud and that sway you inject into your butt… oh. If you're attending any grooming classes and think that you walk fantastically well… I think you're wasting a fortune on whoever's teaching you to strut like that. If you think you'll have an easy time getting the attention of that fella (who happens to be MY close friend) you've been trying so hard to 'mmmmmm….' in these few weeks, well, think again.

If possible I'll be recording the wonderful conversations we have about you everytime you phone my friend in your efforts to arrange a lunch date. It'll probably do you more good than harm, despite what you may think.