i haven't got time for any selfless deeds; what i do for you is indirectly for me.

"so you friendzoned him."

grraah. i hate it when somebody says that to me. it's as though i'm being accused of something more sinister, like taking the last grape fruitplus when i know it's your favourite flavour or frying kittens or something. it's like i'm this mean and sadistic girl, all, Huahuahua I don't want to date you, now go dig for worms whilst I go find more boys to trample on.

okay, so maybe it isn't as bad as i'm making it out to be. but it does make me feel rather bad, when in truth there's nothing wrong with what i did, not wanting to date a boy. i'm not interested in every boy i meet (pfft. what would give you that idea?), just, you know, the ones that have casually mussed wavy hair and converse kicks and a healthy appetite for literature. that's all.

speaking of! i spotted a dapper young man in a gray baju melayu and black-framed glasses earlier on my way to the office. i caught his eye and threw him my most demure smile (read: mad grinning) before looking away. i love fridays. fridays mean boys in baju melayu. and boys in baju melayu are simply dashing. haa.

kay. i'mma stop now. my next post will be about something more deep and profound, like candles or something, i promise.