morally repugnant

I don't like it when people discriminate against fat people. I mean, come on la. Go do better things, like gardening, or get married.

Or sleep.

I hate meaningless dreams. Or ones that you just can't put your finger on what it's about.

I think I have come to a realization that, a feeling is real, until you stop feeling them. And then it's a memory. And then you must move on, in hopes of finding an exciting new reality. And then to love living it. But that's a whole different matter. I'll get back to you on that. Or not.

But then again, you cannot contravene the natural orders. I mean, it's not a switch that you can turn on and off as you please. Kan.

Tapi.
Hmm.
Tu la.
I'm also not too clear on this. Anyway.

She: I don't know, what would I grow up to be?
He: You could be my favourite thing.

I thought that was quite cute. Cheesy, but cute.

And in all seriousness,
She: What? And have no job no money?

Up until that point. Blunt.

I've missed the good old days.
Bring in the kleenex!

Emo much?

Hell I'm losing it.

PMS is so overrated I tell you. An excuse for us women to get away with things.

I don't like Kiera Knightly either. Something about her expression.