I certainly did some really weird things today. You know, not too weird, but weird enough. During Bio paper 5, I actually wrote a poem. A poem, people. 3 whole verses. Just because I finish the paper too early and have no idea what to do. It's actually a good poem if I say so myself. Honestly, that wasn't the first time. I also wrote a poem during an SPM paper last 2 years and that poem was longer. I have to say, these 2 poems are the best I've ever wrote. But I never let anyone read them, I'll just throw them away, my words being lost forever because I don't remember them. Guess it's true what they say about getting creativity when you're unhappy. I mean, I'm certainly unhappy during exams right, so I write amazingly good poems.
Me writing a poem wasn't exactly the weirdest thing happening in the exam hall. Apparently, a certain Superwoman did weirder. She wrote a long list of English words and their opposites. I guess, you never can beat a Superwoman, even in terms of weirdness. I mean, even the only person who tops her in MRSness is Aimi (and that goes without question).
Today is also a most depressing day. What with me struggling with Statistics and all. But enough about exams, lets talk about the real deal. So what is so devastatingly, horribly and frustratingly depressing? It is the fact that my 1.5 year crush has a girlfriend. A new girlfriend. Whom he apparently 'loves'. Feel my pain now? It gets worse: he was actually looking for a girlfriend in about a year or so when I was there, having a major crush on him. I'm talking major heart-beats-faster and head-in-clouds kind of major crush. Even worse, I think he deserves better(read: he deserves me!!!). And the ultimate worst? He has a sooooo much better personality than I thought. Basically, my ultimate Dreamguy. He's the dreamiest dream I've ever dreamed. He's like mini-marshmallows-dipped-in-caramel-and-Belgium-chocolate dreamy. And he's also the dream that completes my nightmare. Boo Hoo Hoo. Now I undarstand JLo when she sings, "And when I'm feeling sexy, who's gonna comfort me?" By the way, he is the one who inspired the abovementioned poem. Only a crush could make you feel all hopeless romantic and old fashioned.
I can read your mind. They're so loud, I can hear them. I can read your speech bubbles. You know, "What about your BF/exBF/Husband?" Am I right? Of course I am(yay me). Okay, first of all, he's not my husband!!! He's not. Not even fiancee. Stop rolling your eyes! He's not, I tell you. I'm not in denial. I should know if I'm married.
Can I answer your question now (when you've stopped rolling your eyes and can actually read)? Okay, my answer is: I guess I'm stuck with him. For another period of my lifetime. If he's not everything, at least he's one thing: He's not a dream that can turn into a nightmare. And thats' what I really need in life right?
Muahx.
LoVe~
MzP<3>
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment