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:: Friday, December 01, 2006 ::
gee, like, hello december!! welcome!! (or issit goodbye?)
hmm.. i didnt know i could be this enthused over such a thing called the end of the year.. i've never really liked endings.. howell..
so im supposed to start mugging.. im supposed to stick my head into that tremendously, ridiculously, THICK(skinned) book with that frightfully plain and boring cover with the subs,"How To Pass Business Practice".. exam's in like, a month away.. and im only done with urm.. wait.. less than half of the many many topics to cover.. i guess i should start in what, asap?
hah.. depressing matter over.. lets move on to something much much less of a bore to read..
hmm.. i realised lately, abang has been playing my role, and slowly changing it to becoming his.. u noe wat i mean, abang! and stop snickering there!
well well.. lemme just do more of the elaborations.. we've been meeting up as usual, nothing unusual there.. but hey hey!! im not the one to be pampered now! HE IS!!
let me just do extra more of the elaborations..
its HIM now that lays on MY lap! its HIM now that sleeps, again, on MY lap! its HIM now that needs to be stroked everynow & then! what happened to ME, you ask? that's simple.. HE STOLE MY ROLE!! and as discreetly as he tries to do it, i can sooo see through it all.. well, i tot that once he's well again, i can have my role back.. but no-ho.. he's taking advantage of a situation!
so u noe wat im gonna do?? (i noe u noe wat im gonna do cos i noe u noe thats wat ure gonna do if ever u were asked to do what you think you should do)
ho yes.. im gonna bring justice into this case.. tomorrow night, its gonna be MY night.. im gonna have to forcefully take back what (i think) belongs to me.. hmph!
im not gonna pamper him for long, no matter how sweet & vulnerable & cute & handsome & innocent & babyish he looks when he's sleeping (and snoring) on my lap.. no matter how charming he looks when he's just woken up and realised,"hey, i've been sleeping all along!" and made it all better by,"sorry, sayang"..
argh! those are temptations.. and i wont succumb to it.. those looks he gave were bribery.. and i wont accept that.. i wont exchange my role.. enough said.
and abang sayang, start pampering me & stop smiling!
@ 1:22 AM
