Randomness.

Of love.
Heard this from my mom, who heard it from my grandma who in turn heard it from someone else. There is a super distant cousin whom I had never met before in my entire life who loves nothing but dogs. Of course, her mom is worried. She is in the early 30s, got a great career and the looks to match, but amazingly no boyfriend although there are a couple of suitors waiting in queue. However, all she wants to do is to take care of her dog. So what does a desperate mother do? She takes the dog to a random park and set the stupid dog free. Without removing the dog tag. And so a couple of days later, a kind stranger returns the dog to the house. Of course, in movies, the random stranger would be an extremely good looking single guy who then falls for the distant cousin of mine. Too bad life ain't exactly like the movies isn't it?

Of friends.
Don't you love it when your friend cancels an appointment without telling you? The best part? Getting someone else to break the news to you. You Biatch.

Of SLBs
Today is the day we welcomed Cw into the club today, as our secretary, while Angus becomes the treasurer and Zy becoming our VP. Of course, I am still the president, damnit. No one can take that away from me! Oh a side-note, we are currently recruiting for more members. Perks include free mahjong gaming at my place. Ok, maybe that's the only perk. (By free, I mean you must lose money to me)

Of destiny
There is no such bullshit as destiny. There are quite a number of people who believes in so called destiny. I make it a point to kaobei to them that there is no such thing as destiny. What are your hands for !? (Besides the occasional tugging, that is.) GO and freaking do something about your so-called destiny.

Of blogs
Recently a friend of mine, shown me of a blog of a guy whom she likes. And upon reading at it, I realize she has pretty good taste. From the blog, the guy displayed interest in current issues and would often offer his take on different things that happens in common life that we often take for granted. And often his entries would be super long and really intelligent. Too bad, I don’t give a shit. No ones wants to know about what you think of so and so, because you are not BX. So shoo off and write all you want. No one fucking cares.

Of hair
Can we like skip this topic?

Of midterms
Another totally gone case topic. It's like asking a woman for her weight when she had obviously had been stuffing herself with ice creams and chocolates. NEXT!





Ok, no more. The zzzz monster is out to get me.