A Meme Because I Have Nothing Better To Say

My ex is now a sometimes-substitute teacher explaining Substitution Equations in Mandarin in an Ah-Lian girls school. A feat otherwise thought impossible. Now pigs can fly.

Maybe I should start doing what I've always talked about doing, and stop talking about doing it.

I love the smell of vintage anythings. It's the smell of wisdom, of a story waiting to be told, not my secret fetish of smelling moulds.

I don’t understand why my parents are such clean freaks. And I'm afraid it's quite generic but thankfully for me it's only sporadic. They mop the floor every other day. My Dad loves taking all the kitchenware out, clean them and putting them back.

I lose focus all the time. I am a natural born in inconsistency.

People say I’m artistic. I supposed I'm artisically inclined and see things differently sometimes. But that does not mean I am atas like what some people in junior college used to say. I'm still learning to be friendly and coming out of my hermit shell. Just wait and let me warm up to you first.

Love is beautiful. Even if unfortunately Hallmark killed it somehow, I believe it is there where you least expect it to be. That's my inner optimist Kenny speaking.

Somewhere, someone is really my The One. Yes, that's my inner optimist Kenny speaking again.

I will always have a zit popped somewhere no matter what I try. *inner optimist Kenny suddenly disappears.

Forever is hypoethtical. Like perfection.

I never want to be so self-conscious and allow myself to succumb to an embarassing lack of - see, I must stop this habit, to a lack of confidence in whatever I do.

I think the current US President is an arsehole.

When I wake up in the morning I want to go back to sleep again.

My past was as interesting as watching Judi Dench reading the Yellow Pages. It's no Days of Our Lives but still quite eventful and interesting if I want it to. Imagine the grand Dame Dench doing a Dramatic Reading on a list of Housing Agents. It can be poetic, you know.

I get annoyed when people walked really slowly in front of me, cut my path or refused to budge and tsk as though I slaughtered their entire family. And people who do not give way for PGOOTT.

Parties are for forgetting that the real world is a total bitch and getting high - on sugar, for me lah. And yes, getting silly with friends, dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 and animated emoticons. Anyway, while I'm at it, Poptart!

My dog is not even imaginary.

My cat is an imaginary fat Persian cat who grins all the time.

Kisses are the best when you've got Listerine and not yesterday's dinner. Leftover spinach just means you need to brush your teeth.

Tomorrow, is the eve of Good Friday, my half-day leave rejected because some stupid Chinaman General decides to visit at 2pm instead of 8am. It is also the first year anniversary of my best friend's events company.

I really want to take a break from work and travel somewhere out of Singapore. I'm considering getting slaughtered by my superiors and be in Borneo in July for the Rainforest Music Festival. And will be eating bread for a long, long time.

I have low tolerance for people who patronised me. I'm not that funny so stop waiting as though my next line is going to be a joke. It's really irritating.

I stole this from Ci'en and W, so steal it back! Leave a comment if you do. :)