Love is the thing some people abhor most, and yet it's the thing that they yearn for the most.

I went to Swensen's yesterday, and forgive me for eating so much, ordered four bowls of the topless5 ice cream, but mind you, I didn't eat all of them. I will, anyway, grrow so fat. Saturday's food affair is already so filling. Therefore, I shall go on a diet. =)

World views, world views. What will man do without world views? I'm still wondering.

I have hereby decided that it sometimes doesn't pay being a tad bit nice. It's absurdity in its own right. No, I think it's already out of its rights. Just when I thought that everything would've been normal. It didn't turn out that way.

To my post-favourite hunk: I regret knowing you. x(

Headache. Thanks to the hunk up there.
Honest, downright, piercing headache.
The kind that embalms your entire head in its wrath.
Painnn.

*This Phelps. Ohmydarling Phelps. Gave his positiong to Ian Crocker ta prove himself for the 4x100m medley. I think Ian Crocker performed at his best during his butterfly stint. He was good. And the press kept on filming MIchael Phelps.

And then this super act-cute Manel tried to bluff Annabel that she knew what Michael Phelp's number was because it was flashed on the telly screen. I think she got taken in. Well, I think maybe Manel should go into the line of acting. Maybe couple it up with kayu thing eh?

God bless ya'lls and byes!