Gosh*
I am tired.
But i’m going to Zouk anyway i don’t care YAY
Party party party party party party…. *babbles to self*
It’s funny how small things can fucking irritate you sometimes. Like how someone pushes you when they’re arguing jokingly with you. I hate it when i’m arguing with someone and they freaking touch me. Makes me feel like shoving them into a huge longkang and snigger superiorly. Or when someone pulls my ponytail. I don’t mind close friends doing it, but when someone does it out of spite cos you blared them (ie not lending someone something cos i honestly can’t). It’s so childish. I feel like whacking them and go FUCK OFF. But usually they’re smart to have bounded off by then.
If you can see. I’m writing this while feeling pissed about it today. Bwek*
Oh yes. I decided not to always write what i do from now on, ie where i eat, who i met up with la di da.
It’s too annoying when people say to me things like
“Oh i thought you said you not going out, how come i read you were at blablalba”
“Hey! you’re going to blablabla, can i come too!?”
“You said you’re busy but i see you always go out wan…”
Gosh. Go aWAY man…
I think i’m bitching alot today. Must be pms. Hyper pms anyhoo.
Oh gosh gotta run gotta run party
: : Everytime i hear Kelis’ Trick Me, i confirm will picture Kanch dancing… : :
Equation Of The Day
Hot Guy + Cute Baby
=
Joyce’s Heart > Weak
There’s just something fucking alluring about a hot man holding a cute baby.
It was years ago when i first witnessed this heart-dropping scene. I was dating this guy and followed him back to his house. His mom was busy and he had to babysit his nephew for awhile. The one-year-old was bloody adorable with big eyes and a puckery-red mouth. I wanted to play with the baby but he cried when i held him. So i hurriedly chucked him back to my friend. All was normal at first, bla bla bla he fed the baby bla bla bla the baby made cute noises bla bla bla i kept my distance so he wouldn’t start crying. I guess i felt like my maternal appeal didn’t kick in since the darn baby (i can’t say daMN baby can i…) didn’t take to me.
And then.
He was carrying the baby to burp him after eating. They both smiling and making silly noises at each other while he showed the fascinated baby his reflection in the mirror. Walau.
My heart just melted into squishy strawberry cream. I almost gasped out loud, i swear.
Needless to say, i got with that guy.
Okay we broke up already but the point of the story iS
Hot Men + Cute Babies rule. Period.
Just. Look. At. That.
See. There i go distracting myself from final projects again. *slaps self*
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