I Posted! I POSTED!

It's May. I cannot believe I only posted ONCE in April! Me, the notorious obsessive-blogger. Will wonders never cease.

You know, it's weird. I'm changing. Pretty drastically, actually. I'm so reclusive now, it's bordering on the scary. I'm not writing anymore, and what I DO write is.. well, not worth reading, really.

Ah, self-pity is a beautiful thing, is it not? We should all wallow in it. Makes us better people. Really. You should try it sometime.

Now, is it not obvious that I've lost my mind?

Sigh. Why oh why did I choose Form 6? Should've just done psychology and be done with it. Unfortunately we live in Malaysia, where we have more nuts than nut houses and even less people who want to help them.

Oh, and not to mention that most nuts don't want to acknowledge their nuttiness. I'm just glad that the nuts I know actually LIKE being nuts, and admit to it. Otherwise I'd be pretty darned lonely. Hehe. Although.. I'm not so sure I want THESE nuts helped. They're much funner as nuts. Dontcha think so?

Lordy. It's been ages since I've written about nuts. Must've been in Form 5 the last time I did that. Sigh. It seems ages ago. I FEEL SO OLD! I'm 3 months closer to being 20. TWENTY!

ARRRGHHHHHH!

Am I overreacting? Am I? AM I?

I KNOW it's a little too early to be freaking out, but.. dammit. I don't want to grow up. I want to stay a kid. Forever.

No, scratch that. I like some of the stuff that comes with being older. Like being able to go out without being called every 2 seconds by worried parents. Like playing footsie which gorgeous guys under a table at Coffee Bean. (Yes, Jenna.. it happened ;P). Like finding out that I don't know of a single guy I would want to date on a long term basis. Or one who has the power to make me want him, for that matter. Oops. Am I supposed to be being positive here? Sorry.

It's so frustrating! The first guy I can actually see myself being cosy with is halfway across the world.. and the likelihood of either of us budging is.. well.. zero to none. SO THE SAD LA I TELL YOU!

*sniffles*

Haha.. Okay. Griping quota over for the day. Ahh.. it's good to gripe every once in awhile. Okay. Every twice, thrice or quadrupice in awhile. HAHA. KOK PUN! All your fault. I'm getting lamer by the second!

(I particularly like the random thought progression, don't you? :P)

I'll wrap up with this:

Elaine's Guide To Clueless Guys:
1. Pick up on the small things, little things she says and does that give you hints of who she is. Believe me, she'll appreciate it a hell of a lot more than 100 roses that wilt faster than you can say "humid".

2. She's gotta be a perfect 10 - or over that, prefarably - to you. Otherwise she'll always feel less than adequate. And if she is anything but beautiful in your eyes, chances are you don't love her as much as you'd like to think you do. Oh, and she'll know it, too!

3. Say clever but sweet things. Remember secret jokes and remind her of them. She'll be thrilled that you remember.

4. Compliment her SINCERELY! If you exaggerate or make your compliments all flamboyant and too far-fetched (even for an apparently love-struck male), she'll never know when you're being serious and when you're not. And she'll end up being unsure of how real your compliments are.

Those are just a few tips I could think of. I know I'm fussy, but I believe in all or nothing. There was once a guy did all of the above, and believe me, it was AMAZING. Pity 'bout the circumstances, though.

Oh gosh. This one's a long one. I think I'd better stop, or you guys will wish I'll never write again. Ever.

Haha.

Bye, babes!