It's MY story, and it's nothing like yours.

Dear Boy,

I do not know who you are, or where or when we will meet, but I do hope it is soon.

I pray that when we meet and fall in love, you will love me, for me, and not hope for someone who is thinner or prettier. I hope you won't compare me to girls who may have brighter smiles. I hope that you will make me laugh, take care of me if I get sick, and be trustworthy.

I hope you will remember that I prefer daisies to roses, and that my favourite colour changes with my mood. Please kno w that my eyes aren't blue, they're gray, with flecks of navy.

Please know that I might be too shy to kiss you first, but please don't be afraid to kiss me. I won't slap you or push you away. I'm sure your kisses will be perfect. When we go on a date, please don't be stress about where to take me; what's important is that I'll be with you. If I cry, please know it isn't because of you, just hold me close, and I'll heal quickly. And, if it is because of you, I'll heal just the same.

And if we decide to break up, please understand that I may be bitter, but I'd like to be your friend if you'll let me. I promise to remember that you have feelings too, even though you'll never admit it, and when you are ready we'll have a friendship.

Please tell me if anything I do bothers you, or if something just doesn't sit right. I would like you to always be honest with me. If I have a bad day, I hope you will shower me with confidence and smiles.

I hope you don't think that I'm asking too much of you. I hope you can understand that I'm a little nervous and very scared. I wish I could tell you how or when we will meet, and if we will be in love forever. Every relationship is a new game of cards, and...(sigh)... I've never been good at cards. But I will try my best to be kind and love you dearly for all that you are, without expecting too much from you. Thank you for listening; this is all that I ask.

Yours always,

Sarah

sweet eh? nono, my eyes aren't grey, neither did I call myself Sarah... it's a letter I extracted from chicken soup. found it nice and thought I'd just share it with the rest of you! good day~

i actually do realise how much i don't fit into my family (paternal side)

part of me am actually glad that i don't.

it's not at all ironic, if you're in my shoes. i kinda feel outkasted, being the one who doesn't show her buttcrack. the one who don't even attempt to put foundation/eyeliner/lipstick, least of all mascara! for goodness's sake, it's only CNY, not prom! ugh~ you gals irk me at times. serious. i know i may have miss out on some cousins' bonding stuff here, but ya~ who cares. not like you or i do. maybe it's better off this way. i'm not desperately seeking for some bad influence.

and to miss p, are you sure you wouldn't mind a sugar daddy? why cheapen yourself for a old man with benz+an apartment. i think you're sick! you'd better seek help! and it's downright sinful and outrageous to call your mum shameless! have you any humanity in you? i mean, how the hell could you bring yourself to say that?

idiotic woman with a rigid mind! grow up~ you're just being selfish! stop trying to act all pitiful and all~it's not gonna work! you're really quite a thorn in the flesh...

it's a month into the new year and work has been... *ugh* i'm ever so glad it's ending soon, though it means i'll be jobless...hahaha. watever~ not that i care!

6 more days to the year of the rooster...anyone looking forward to cny? haha...it's weird how they change new year songs to pop music...it just doesn't fit! the producer ought to be shot!

beyonce and lindsay are 2 hot babes....both their mtvs rox!