i said i didn't like you but i lied.

i didn't want to jinx it by saying anything, but since his MUM already knows about it, no point keeping MUM about it right? ha. ha. get it? -.-

to N: i know you and i stand no chance. i'm also prettyslashvery sure all my friends agree this has been going on for WAYYYY TOO LONG. agent eden's all,"TALK TO HIM!!". even gen the ever blur knows who you are the moment i say the magic words ********* from the hood'. *laughing* that sounded hilarious even coming out from under my fingers.

i crossmyhearthopetodiestickaneedleinmyeye to never say "from the hood" for as long as i can not say it :)

the other day i saw you outside cine, i stared so hard i thought my eyeballs would drop out and roll over. i thought to myself: nah. the guy's in australia, you must be hallucinating. after years of daydreaming about him, you're probably having a daydream right now. i thought it was okay to come out of the walkinwardrobe (read closet; to those who don't understand my weird lingo) on the basis that SOMEONE told me you went to melbourne to STUDY. now i find out you went there on a 2-3 week VACATION, and that you're back in s'pore, my life is ruined.

my secret has exploded into this huge embarrassing THINGslashMESS that even the excellent roadsweepers and garbage collectors (i give you five stars! *clap clap*) of this fakecleangreencity known as singapore can't clean up.

me and my big mouth. i just can't shut up. i thought it was okay to let his sister in on the secret- i mean, why not?- since agent eden knows her anyway. no big deal. before i can settle down nicely into chilling on a red fluffy beanbag at andrea's christmas party (i love your parties babe! read: high chill factor; from the aircon too), S knows too. not such a big deal. HIS MOTHER KNOWS. big deal yet? yes, i think so. everyone BUT him knows.

can this be happening? my life flashed before my eyes. i think i nearly had a cardiac arrest.

fate must own a matchmaking agency.

erm, i wouldn't go as far as to say that. he has his eye on some girl. i won't say another girl, that would make her sound all nice and sweet. i will continue to call her SOME GIRL because any girl other than ME is 'the other woman'.

[to anyone who knows N: i'm not crazy. this is just as exercise my psychology lecturer asked us to do online. *innocent look*]

[to anyone who knows me: *evil laughter* muhahaha]

okay, so you're sweet and nice and quiet. you're a devoted boyfriend. you've vowed never to let the next girl go. you were crushed by the end of your previous relationship/first relationship. you skate. you have curly hair. you live 5 minutes away from me. you have nice cool parents and a nice cool sister who happens to be my nice cool best friend's classmate. you were an ACS boy and you're in poly now. you go on holidays with your friends to melbourne. bigfathairycurlydeal.

i don't like you.

"he was a skaterboy, she said "see ya later boy". he wasn't good enough for her."

you know what? avril lavigne lied.

so did i.