Mee-Oh-My-Oh

Bye Bye, Mr M...
He's finally out of my life --- thanks to the sweet little text the new girlfriend sent me, harharhar. That's all I wanted to know and all I wanted to hear, to satisfy my inner curiosity and demons. For all the things we went through together, Thanks. I owe you one, my dear Mr M. But don't worry, life doesn't end here. This is just the beginning... I still hold the Ace. Harharhar.
Apparently, and very obviously --- you're on the rebound. Yeah, savor the moment while it lasts, you little bitch. And then, come home to momma.
Harharhar.

Expecting the Unexpected.
My sister Yang. What else? I do not only miss the pretty thing, but I am also looking forward to the next happening and girl bonding that we have.
And yes, I know that she will be there to take of my little sweety. Another harharhar. What else could be sweeter than to expect the unexpected?

Under The Sea Creatures.
My friend blowfish is having some serious pros-and-cons wondering about the "boyfie" (Is he, really?). We need to talk and straighten out some things, and this calls for a long session of girl talk and bonding --- should I take out the hankies and the cigs? Nah... the hankies, perhaps, but not the cigs. As per Paul: I'm starting on CLEAN LIVING.

Lovesick Daisies.
And roses. And lavenders. Whatever. The eternal question of What-ifs still hang on the other side of the cliff, but for the meantime, I don't really care. I'm busy contemplating about some serious things... like shoving my fist up my ass for not being a thinking, smart little bitch that I am. Yeah yeah yeah... save the pineapples for Hitler.