Act 6, Scene 1: White Bear

Do you know why it's Act 6?

Cos I forgot what the last scene in Act 5 was. Haha.

I can't even remember when the last time I updated was.

I can't even remember why I'm blogging tonight, instead of doing my assignments like a good boy.

Hmm, did I already talk about the driving lessons?

So that was Friday.

I stayed home today. Woke up at 7-plus after Princess smsed me about the couple of books I borrowed for her from the library yesterday. I kinda JUST realised that female writers are generally more expressive in relating scenes as compared to male ones. So use your imagination to figure out what we talked about.

Watched TV till about 10 cos noone was home. Then got off my lazy ass to do some chores. Haha. I like the way I do chores. Cos it seems like I'm doing ONE major chore at one time when it's actually comprised of three smaller ones. So firstly I hung out the laundry after the rain; then I cooked a pot of rice while washing dishes at the same time. So everything got done in like 10 minutes. Made myself a cup of Horlicks and went back to watching TV while waiting for my lunch to cook.

After lunch was a blur. I think I dozed off watching rugby. Roland O'Gara was kicking a penalty. Kearney scored a try. Ireland rocks. Wales too...I genuinely dislike England. I don't think they should have gotten to the Finals last year but New Zealand was overhyped and France was shit. So it was nice South Africa won with Bryan Habana.

Ooh but I think Italian players are the best built. I didn't say the best players, just that they look nice. I think it's cos they keep long hair. Haha...I'm starting to sound so gay.

So I went to bed and around 6-plus, I called Princess for a chat. She told me about her day and stuff and I just listened intently with my face buried in the pillows.It was a nice chat but she was getting tired so we ended the call while she was queueing up for the ATM.

Plodded around the house watching mindless TV before I got down to doing my part of one assignment. Couldn't get the motivation to do the others so will keep to tomorrow. Hope to finish one by tomorrow and another by Friday. Hai..sian.

I don't know what to say anymore. People have been bashing me about stuff recently as if I owe them something. Like I said before, thanks for the concern yea? But I understand what you're saying, I'm taking the risk myself and to have taken the decision to do that, I would have understood the circumstances myself. What is on display is a factual recount of what I enjoy doing with Princess. I'm not asking for sympathy nor am I looking for help. Advise if you will but do not force my hand. Just read it and interpret it as an honest account of a man's feelings for the lady he loves. Even if the circumstances seem strange to you. I appeal to your good heart for that.

Princess is more than just a girl whom I am madly in love with. She was and still is a friend of mine. If things work out between us, then great. But if it doesn't, she's still a friend I love very much and who I hope would want to call me her best friend, just as I hope to call her mine. Of course it'd be nice if we were to be together, then I can tell everyone I married my best friend. =)how many people can honestly attest to that?

Oh..I remember now. I was watching one of my favourite cartoons today - Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Haha. I love Bloo. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. Haha. Go google his picture k? Bloo..Bloo..Bloo.. Haha.

Oh yea, blue's my favourite colour anyway. =)

March is coming and after July, March's my next favourite month. Haha. YES..it has to do with Princess. =P

She's lucky isn't she to have someone so devoted to her? Haha...SELF ADVERTISING HERE...I bet some girls are going, 'Why can't I have someone like that?'. Well, maybe some of you missed the boat. =) So, lucky Princess.

But I think her boyfriend's lucky too. Cos he has her. Haha. She gets pretty tired of me conceding that he's lucky but I really think he is. =)

Oh man...I'm ranting...gotta go now.

Good night, Princess.