whoever said that love makes you wanna be a better person has got to be lying.

love makes you happy. being happy increases your appetite. an increased appetite increases your food intake. and you become fatter. in accordance with bizi's belief system, a fatter person in no means equate a better person. far from it to be exact.

love also makes me wallow in my own pathetic little self-content. there is no incentive at all for me to try to lose my wriggling fats. yikes.

as it is, i've already become a 小肥猪.. at this rate we're going, there's no doubt i'm going to become a 大肥猪 very very soon. :(


ah bao bao, love me lesser okie? ^^

ps, i'm joking of cuz. as if my ah bao bao will love me any lesser than he does. i'll kill him if he even dare think about it.

and oh, in case you didnt notice, ah bao bao is the spanking new nickname i've given to the boyfriend. and as much as i'd have to admit its quite distressing being my boyfriend and being subjected to all my nonsensical nicknames, ah bao bao sounds kinda cute. its like how you'd say a-go-go. ^^

and my darling ah bao bao always replies me with this ultra cute 'yes', which hasnt been coming out at all lately, because i've been telling him how cute he sounds and he subconsciously checks against himself each time he 'yes' to my 'ah bao bao's.


and oh, stop bugging me with what i want for my birthday. i really have no idea. because all of the things that i really want, i dun think anybody would bother getting for me.

like a bean bag.

or victorias secret's vertical cup convertible push up bra

or that new 100 way strapless bra.


seriously, it would be nice to get me books. ^^
i'm currently wishing for paulo coehlo's eleven minutes, veronika decides to die and by the river piedra i sat down and wept.
i'm also hoping someone would get me the little prince or five people you meet in heaven (the nicest nicest nicest version possible) because some assholes stole them and i am too stingy to buy a book that i've already read before.
i'm a sucker for picture books (and you all know i love melancholic death of oyster boy) and someone recently told me the book of bunny suicides is nice.

so there.

actually, an sms will do. or a meal, a sumptuous one of cuz.

and oh, pls buy me extrim after that. thanks.


i'm going to go get busy growing out my nails so that i can have them nicely manicured next week.