september babies are....

wow.
I open an email titled: What baby are you? and it gives a brief general analysis on January to December babies.. out of curiousity, i scroll down to September to check out mine. lo & behold, what do i see?

-SEPTEMBER-

Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand.

hahaha.

a rush of blood to the head

wow.
since season began, i've been having reach-home-at-10-oclock-nights. so for me, today was another dead day, especially since i didn't see the one and only star in my universe. but maybe that's a good thing, cos when her bright light shines for me, epinephrine is released from the adrenal glands and when secreted into my bloodstream, it rapidly prepares my body for action in emergency situations caused by triggers that may be due to threatening, exciting, or environmental stressor conditions. The hormone boosts the supply of oxygen and glucose to the brain(that's why we feel happy on high at the same time) and muscles while suppressing other non-emergency bodily processes. It increases heart rate and stroke volume .... Heck. what matters now is that i've solved the mystery of why my heart races whenever i see her, and that's because she's the one that pulls the trigger. if there was competition for heartbeat racing, i know i'd win every time. with her, there'll be no false starts. however, all in all i end up dying earlier as producing adrenaline uses up life force and results in a shorter life span. so i'm still dead anyway. life is bleak.

define love.

wow.
people say that it's not money that makes her world go round, yet she empties your wallet by the $pound$. you don't find love, but love finds you, or rather, love fines you, costing you a broken heart in some unfortunate situations, an illegitimate child in very unfortunate situations, and a lifelong enagagement(aka financial) debt to your spouse in i'm-extremely-sorry-to-hear-you're-married situations.

"If I can't find/be with anyone who is of the standard I'm looking for, I'd rather not be with anyone at all" So even if it means staying a nun for the rest of your life, it's better than wasting both of your lives right? - that's what she says. HER personal opinion. haha. joke. all jc girls are desperate. don't kid me.
well, let me change that to: So even if what it costs me is staying bankrupt for the rest of my life, it's better than spending money?

tell me, how can you profit if you don't invest? enlighten me, why are there so many entrepreneurship risk-taking rags to riches stories?

cmon, what's the point of waiting for the perfect guy. be proactive. don't just react. love him though he has his flaws, and help correct them. you spend, not waste. the bad thing about mr right is that when he starts showing his liabilities, u begin to regret having chosen him. and that's when u'll see, u definitely are, definitely are, indefinitely desperate. fyi, when a person likes something or someone, he/she wants to be surrounded by that special someone/thing 24/7. so don't blame me for nothing, or rather, don't blame her. PLEASE don't tell me i'm a wet blanket.

btw it's just MY personal opinion. not trying to pick a fight or anything.

what's the boy word for slut?

wow.
when something goes wrong, you can turn over a new leaf, or you could branch out to greater things, and maybe even plant a few seeds. but when your marriage doesn't work out, you can't just sign a bunch of divorce papers and find a new girl. you've got to sacrifice, and reach out to her. maybe you've got to perform better during rehearsals, and procreate with a purpose. hopefully no accidents will occur beforehand along the way, and there'll be a happy ending- possibly in a few years time, one of you will be reading bedtime stories of your pre-marital love life to your 10 yearold kid. and she'll say, 'Dad, I can't believe you drank... and smoked... and was such a slut... But I still love you.'

definitely, maybe. - from one perspective, we can say that it's a really bad show that showcases the oh-so-hollywood decay of the moral values of society and the declining emphasis that sex&marriage is sacred, in the context of the 21st century. yet from another point of view, it helps awaken ignorant people like me who takes their parents for granted and have never really sympathised with the plight of young children suffering from broken marriages. (apathy is a terrible thing) or you could just treat it as a mere guy's-point-of-view-chickflick-movie and have a great laugh at the main character's miserably pathetic love life.

wow.
so in conclusion, what's the boy word for slut? >>hero.
"sadly the world is in a state where guys who can lay more girls are glamourised. where as on the opposite end of the spectrum girls who do the same are labelled cheap...sluts...and whores."-gabbyseow. embarassing ain't it.

i'm so sleepy i could die

the dawn is breakin(ahem..), it's early mornin,
my bio clock's dyin, but time is tickin.
already i'm so sleepy i could die.

all my bags are packed, acj's beckonin,
can't be late, kyaw saw lynn's waitin,
already i'm so sleepy i could die.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

tomorrow's thursday, gp package testin,
i'm not studyin, rather be bloggin,
already i'm so sleepy i could die.

chem spa's arrived, acids alkalines a-mixin,
mrs yeong's watchin, it'll be pressurizin,
already i'm so sleepy i could die.

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go