fly me to venus
2004-02-16

Fly me to Venus.
Or Pluto. Whichever�s colder, because man, L.A is hot!

The past few posts are so angst-y.
Oh, the melo(over?)dramatic soul that she is.

But you guys like me at my most dramatic, no?
I write better when I�m dark and angry. I go all bubbly and bimbo-esque when I�m not.
Yeah. Angst is the muse of us all.

Well, life has been pretty angst-free for me lately.
I have fallen in love all over again (Bah! Ew! Bluergh!), thanks to a man�s sweet, sweet nature.
I evolved very quickly in the past year from being an uninterested observer into a rather rabid fan of the HBO chick-porn vehicle Sex and the City, and Mr. J being the ever attentive lover, got me "Kiss and Tell" as a Valentine�s gift.

*Cue aww and/or extreme retching.*

On another note, I miss Asyik.

Hee. That sounds ridiculous, but from now on I will only introduce characters with implausible, archaic-sounding, Melayu names.

But I digress. Asyik was (is?) a girl I had a crush on back in school. She was pretty, petite and charming, and she wasn�t one of those conventional pretty, petite and charming girls, either.
We weren�t really close friends, but we were comfortable enough with each other.

I don�t even know where she is now.

Oh to live again those days gone by.

Yet another pointless entry by yours truly,
Idaman